The Most Powerful Weapon Is Hope.

Water And Stone Flesh And Bone Night And Morn Rose And Thorn Tree And Wind Heart And Mind

Your Actions Are Your Own. Your Choices Are Your Own. Each Of Us Carries A Burden Of Guilt For Decisions Made Or Not Made. You Can Let That Rule Your Whole Life Or You Can Put It Behind You And Move On. Only A Madman Lets Jealousy Determine The Course Of His Existence. Only A Weak Man Blames Others For His Own Errors.

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.

All That He Had Of Her Was His Memory, Where He Held Every Moment, Every Single Moment That She Had Been His. That Was All He Had, To Keep Out The Loneliness.

How Could You Not Know?" His Voice Was Full Of Wonderment. "you Changed Me Utterly. You Were Like A...like A Bright, Wonderful Bloom In A Garden Full Of Weeds. Like A Graceful Capital On A Page Of Plain Script, A Letter Decorated With The Deepest, Finest Colors In All Erin. Like A Flame, Caitrin. Like A Song.