Don't judge yourself," he said. "None of us are ever good at it. - Tanith Lee

Oloru slumped against the tree, shivering and shedding tears, white as death, calling to the gods piteously.
“The gods?” inquired Sovaz. “You know they have no care for men. For yourself, what do you need with gods?”

Ceedres was her god. To be happy, she must worship him, and let him destroy her, and take pleasure in it.

Human aspiration is often blind, its motto: I want, therefore I will have.