Envy nobody. It is the true secret of happiness, or at least the only one I know. (By Moonlight) - Peter S. Beagle

"Death takes what man would keep," said the butterfly, "and leaves what man would lose. Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. I warm my hands before the fire of life and get four-way relief."

My people are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy‌ — ‌save one, and I thank you for that, too.

She heard hearts bounce, tears brewing, and breath going backward, but nobody said a word. By the sorrow and loss and sweetness in their faces she knew that they recognized her, and she accepted their hunger as her homage. She thought of the hunter's great-grandmother, and wondered what it must be like to grow old, and to cry.