so many thoughts, my kvothe. you know too much to be happy.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion__t's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.