Perhaps there had never been anything at all to see. - Patricia A. McKillip

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

You fought for your freedom and won a different kind of prison. I will fight for mine—"
"You can't fight me," Tearle reminded him harshly.
"I know." In the placid light, his face looked chilled and very weary. "But I can die.

Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you can begin to think again. But now is the time to feel.