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1 " That was so-Gryffin always has so much pain. That you can take it away like that - it's almost like magic."Chase shrugged in the dark. "Kindness is a form of magic," he said. "So everyone should be capable of at least a little. Good night. See you in the morning." And he nodded to me and strode off.Kindness is a form of magic.Then magic had sprinkled itself across me many times, when I had not noticed its fey sparkle. I had been used to thinking of my life as bleak and full of darkness, but for the first time it occurred to me how often a stranger had stepped forward to offer me comfort and assistance, no matter how briefly. Ian Shelby. Sarah Parmer. Aylre the Safe-Keeper. The man who had stopped Carlon from beating me in the streets. Chase Beerin. They had been kind to me; most had, in different ways, been kind to Gryffin as well. Looked at that way, my life was a weave of brightness laid over a trembling black, a scrap of midnight velvet spangled with many jewels.I had another thought as I stood there, trying desperately to understand a completely altered view of my existence. Someday I might be the one to offer kindness to someone else in grim and dire circumstances. Someday I might be the one with wealth or knowledge or strength or power that could be used to alleviate another person's distress. Such a thought had literally never crossed my mind before. More than once I had been saved. Someday I might save someone else in return. "
― Sharon Shinn , The Dream-Maker's Magic (Safe-Keepers, #3)
2 " Why had the counterfeit timbre of his voice rung true to me? What had prompted me to believe a man who spent most of his life dissembling? Why had I, usually so suspicious, become so credulous and simpleminded in his presence? Was it just that I had wanted to hear someone tell me he loved me? Was it just that the words he spoke, the vows he swore, were so freighted with sweetness that they would have seemed true no matter who spoke them? "
3 " Not a realistic wish, as anyone could have told him — but I would not be the one to say so. Why limit your dreams, after all? Why not hope for the grandest and the best? "
4 " Perhaps I did nothing to ease their lives at that point except exist and remind them that I loved them. Perhaps that’s all anyone can do at such a time. "
5 " Father carefully built the piles of kindling and put the bigger logs on top, then started the fire with a coal brought from the kitchen. So small, at first — a flicker, a tendril of yellow, a fugitive lick of untamed gold — and then a fire, and then a blaze, and then, as more logs were added, a true inferno. "