The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins in love and ends with grief. - Steven Erikson

All that is worshipped is but a reflection of the worshipper.

Some roads were easier to leave than others. Many walked to seek the future, but found only the past. Others sought the past, to make it new once more, and discovered that the past was nothing like the one they’d imagined. One could walk in search of friends, and find naught but strangers. One could yearn for company but find little but cruel solitude.

Oh, we talk of progress, but what we really desire is the perpetuation of the present