“Again and again I asked for permission. May I? Here? And here? Is this too much? Too little? Can you hear me? This is my heart.” — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“In my mind I compared Elen and Vintel. Next to Elen, Vintel appeared to be no more than a simpleminded blunderer, yet the grief… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“I don’t!” I said. “I don’t care what she thinks!” “Of course you do. Why else would you be angry?” I couldn’t think of… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“stood side by side. My mother too had served the Lady. Too young to bear arms in the last war, from within the palisade… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes even now I entertain the hope that Love lives in the world independently of us, but when I am most courageous, I believe… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“For the first time I understood something my grandmother told me years before, that it's not our deeds that hurt us, but what they… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“Again and again I asked for permission. May I? Here? And here? Is this too much? Too little? Can you hear me? This is… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know what being young had to do with it. It seemed to me that older people could do foolish things just as… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
“It took me a long time to learn that I didn’t have to feel what someone wanted me to feel, but once I learned… — Catherine M. Wilson Copy Share Image
