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“Love is hope for other people.”
― Kristin Cashore, Seasparrow

“Why? Why wouldn’t revenge make things better?
I think I saw then the difference between my anger toward my father and my anger toward Kera. It was like watching two icebergs separate, after moving together for a very long time. One was enormous, the size of an island; so enormous that I’d been standing atop it my entire life and never realized it was dragging me away from myself.
The other was a regular iceberg. Not small, because icebergs aren’t small; but not bottomless either. Contained within a definable space. Able to be seen all at once, if I was willing to dive into the cold, and look at it from below.
Was I willing to dive? What would that mean? Could I look at one anger, without being overwhelmed by all the others?
I wonder if angers can connect to each other, if you’re not careful. I wonder if they combine, and feed one another, strengthen each other, make each individual anger bigger than it’s supposed to be?
That seems dangerous. It seems like something to look out for, in a life of perils.”
― Kristin Cashore, Seasparrow

“I can't say if you're a good person or not. But the more I know of you, the more I understand that the world keeps making you choose between survival and martyrdom. No one should fault you for wanting to live.”
― Margaret Owen, Little Thieves

“It always seems to be morning when she remembers things. I open my eyes to the roll of the ship and the sight of her watching me with her thoughtful, gold gaze, and then she’ll say something monumental, delivering it as it’s as magnificent as which socks I should wear that day.
Luta Voma, she said.
What? I said, confused.
LV, she said. Linta.
Linta? Ahsoken?
LV! Luta Voma!
I was trying to wake up, trying to form thoughts around why the words luta voma should be dropping into my consciousness with a splash of what sleepily felt like surprise.
±õ²õ²Ô’t luta voma a Keepish expression for hope? I finally managed.
No, she said. Toma voma is hope.
Luta voma is something else, she said. Trust.
So, your prior name was Trust and your new name is Hope? I said. ±õ²õ²Ô’t that a strange coincidence, that they’re so similar?
No, she said. Girl tried many names before Hope agreed. Remember? Before, Hope liked Luta Voma. Now, Hope likes Hope.
It made me wonder, wish, that something essential remains, no matter how much we are hurt.”
― Kristin Cashore, Seasparrow