It was so quiet sometimes you could hear the snowflakes falling from the tree branches and make that hissing sound when they landed on the ground...

"I know we don't have a home right now, but we'll find one, I promise. We aren't leaving home; we're going home. Home is the place where we can laugh as we knit beside the fire every night and sing while we do our work every morning."

"I'm not sure I even know what love is anymore. Do you?" He turned his back again.
"Well, I know it isn't a bunch of beautiful words people say to each other. And it's not always a feeling, either. I listened to Tor's words and had very strong feelings for him, but it turned out not to be love. I think love is an action. It's what we do for other people. You reached out to me when you saw my distress, and you saved me from the streetcar. You did the loving thing again when you married me. I think that kind of love is a much stronger fundation to build upon than empty words and mislead feelings. You did the loving thing. And I can't help loving you for that."