“Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home?
For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back. All my life the god
of the Mountain has been wooing me. Oh, look up once at least before the end
and wish me joy. I am going to my lover. Do you not see now?”
“When I saw him at his best When everything was at its worst He has proven me and the rest of the world how much love he has for me. But when I saw him at his worst In spite all the hurt and pain I fear the thought of losing him. From then on I know that he is the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with…”