“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
True friendship is worth more than can be measured, a quality forever to be treasured. True friends will staunchly stand beside each other, as… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Should they be thanked or does thanks drive them away? "You honor us," she stammered. "We request your help.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, "You have all been most kind.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope. — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky. — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert,… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
