Green again...

"A tree hath hope: if it be cut, it groweth green again, and the boughs thereof sprout."

-- Job 14, 7 from the Mass for the feast of St. John Damascene, March 27; his right hand, cut off, was miraculously restored.

The edge...

"Come to the edge."
"We can't, we are afraid."
"Come to the edge."
"We can't, we will fall."
And they came to the edge.
And He pushed them.
And they flew.

--Appolinaire

In the Houses of Healing...

Eowyn: The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun.
Faramir: [Approaching her] It is only the damp of the first Spring rain.
[Eowyn looks up at him.]
Faramir: I do not believe this darkness will endure.