227 Quotes by Juliet Marillier

I had grown up. I had learned that being a woman was knowing when to stand firm and when to compromise. I had learned to laugh and weep; I had learned that I was weak as well as strong. I had learned to love. I was no longer a rigid, upright tree that would not flex and bow, even though the gale threatened to snap it in two; I was the willow that bends and shivers and sways, and yet remains strong.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

The error was not yours, Somerled,” Eyvind said quietly, moving to the doorway. “It was mine. I failed to teach you the one lesson you could not do without: how to be a man.

I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams. Sorrow.

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily – in a word, a glance, a gesture.

Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind.

Tales within tales. Dreams within dreams. Pattern on pattern and path beyond path. For such short-lived folks, the human kind seem determined to make things as complicated as possible for themselves.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle’s wings, and fly forth.