Love isn’t something to fear, Kahlan. For me it is.

It’s a warning. Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds, orange pips, things like that. Five pips. They’re warning us it’s going to happen again.


“You little fool. Tears are not a woman’s only weapon. You’ve got another one between your legs, and you’d best learn to use it. You’ll find men use their swords freely enough. Both kinds of swords.”


Very old and very kind, and the very, very last

And I know things, secrets that must never be told and knowledge that must never be spoken. 

the hounds of baskerville → favourite screencaps.

We ran, you and me. Didn’t we run, Lorna?