A brave man's life is too great a price to pay for a grief that will die in a year." Alluna was speaking swiftly in her own language, her body tense, her face ablaze, and no man seeing her could ever again have called her people stolid.
"You think time will cure a love like that ?" he said.
"Yes, yes!" "That's all you know about it.

Time may act that way perhaps in cities and such places, but out in the hills it is different.

When you've got the breath of the forest in you, I say it is different.

Time--why, I've lived fifteen years in the open with a living memory.

Every night I've dreamed it over, every day I've lived it through; in every camp-fire I see a face, and every wind from the south brings a voice to me.