Cheyenne van Langevelde > Quotes

“She did not quite know how she was able to sing it through without making any more mistakes. Fiona was only aware of how melancholy the song seemed now, the last line of The Highlands Are Calling Me Home lingering as a sad echo in the air. It had never caused her chest to tighten as it did now. Perhaps having left the Highlands which had been her home made the song all the more dear to her, but perhaps it was also because it was a lament; in light of the inevitable war, the words seemed all the more meaningful. A lament, and yet a song of hope. . .They might all yet come home.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“We are ever seeking more certainty, more hope,” Rhiada replied at last, his voice humming, an echo of a song in it. “The less we hae, the more we wish for it. But were times none so dire as these, were life none so fragile, we would perhaps nae hold to it so, like a shining light in the midst of darkness. The greater the darkness, the more precious that hope becomes. Were our lives, our homes, our country, our freedoms, our princess—were these none so dear to us, we would nae risk it all to keep them. Men donnae die fer something they donnae believe in. Because we risk it, then it must be worth it in the end. Should that no’ give us hope?”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“Rhiada was quiet. "Fiona, donnae think about the possibilities until the problem arises. Worrying about what might happen doesnae prepare ye more fer when the bad things do happen—if they do. When the time comes that something gaes wrong, then ye can fret if ye feel like it.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“Gentler, Fiona, gentler. The strings are no’ bowstrings. Ye must be gentle wi’ them if ye wish to make any music at all.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“Ye cannae end fear without hope.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“The proud gold of the Redcrest blood interwoven with the pure silver of the ancient Celts—an almost sacred mingling, yet forbidden to coalesce with either of the peoples from which it had sprung.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“Wrathful men do not see reason, and they will slay all in their path.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde

“Voices grew loud in another room and I knew Aurelia would be impatient for my coming.

‘Marcella, please?’

I looked him full in the face and knew, in some strange way, that I could trust him with this. He meant nothing cruel by it; only kindness, as he always did.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“Life is full of battles. Ye cannae escape them. Ye can only prepare to stand yer ground and fight them.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“If I could have seen on that day how much could change in such a short time, would I have had the courage to go on? Would any of us? Was that why we were forbidden to see into the future? Perhaps that was why life happened in individual days, each one seeming so mundane and yet yielding to the whole, revealing years and events across the course of history, from the dawn of Time until its ending…”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“Hope, as fleeting and faroff as it was, had arise out of the darkness, but she was too timid yet to take ahold of it.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown

“And for once, I dared to think of home.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“Sharing thy concerns with someone is never a burden. It is only a burden upon thyself and other people when thou holdest it all in.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“I am caught between two worlds. There is no place for me in this, and yet I have no choice. I cannot shirk my duty. Cowardice is looked on kindly by neither thy people nor mine.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“A half-forgotten memory surfaced in my mind—a legion marching north, blinding sunlight reflecting off gold armor, endless straight lines of warriors with glittering spears. A mysterious, forbidden fascination had embedded itself in my heart that day, and whenever the infrequent subject of Rome was brought up, I could not help but wonder about those strange people from over the sea.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“I recoiled as if I had been slapped across the face. Was it not enough that they had taken everything from me? Must they also take my name?”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“History is too stark a contrast against what we often romanticize it to be.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“Oh, Marcella!’ Aurelia turned around, her hair, half undone, slipping out of my hands. ‘Dost thou never dream?’

I stared at her, my thoughts racing after each other too fast to be spoken. Of course, I dream. I dream, and I hate to dream. I hate to dream, for I know that it will never be so. Dream away—thou canst afford it, but I have no hope. ’Tis better not to dream at all than to dream with no hope of having.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“At the top of the ridge, he let go of my hand and we both paused, panting to catch our breath. I cast my gaze from my beloved home valley to the one with the fields beyond, staring against the sun. Naked forest and grassy moorlands stretched as far as the eye could see, chariot-ways and rivers snaking their meandering way across the landscape to the dim, hazy shadow where hills rose far in the distance and where, some said, was the sea. But Rome had not left even this untamed wilderness untouched; one of their straight roads was partly visible in the rolling sweep of the land, and I fancied that I could see people and horses walking on it.”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds

“The waters of Lethe offer only one passage, and woe to the soul that wishes to return through.

For we can never go back…”
― Cheyenne van Langevelde, Between Two Worlds