He who weeps does not die; weeping is a sign of life; weep, and your life is worth something again. - Halldór Laxness

Oh, well, I'm leaving here now," he told her. "They're forcing me to sell up.

A good pony can occur on a farm once in a generation, with luck; but on some farms, never in a thousand years. From the sea, beyond the sands and marshes, for a thousand years, the murmur was always the same.

How wonderful it can be, and what nobility it proves in young men, when they pledge one another a friendship that can never be shadowed by selfishness, envy, or jealousy.