Your body’s dying... pay no attention.
I don’t know how to be bad at being bad.
But there is no value to suffering! There is only value, said Derek, to overcoming suffering and seeking to spare others the suffering one has known oneself!
How could I not love it, the mere idea of it? How could it not be worth the greatest danger, the greatest and most ghastly defeat? Even at the moment of destruction, I would be alive as I have never been.
All around us were happy people excited to be going to Atalantaya, many for the first time, and the officials in charge seemed excited for us as well. It was rather like being in a group today that is visiting the cities of Jerusalem or Rome for the first time.
Although we cannot number the infinite, nevertheless it can be comprehended by Him whose knowledge has no bounds.
Why do we weep when we see something beautiful? Why are we weakened by beauty? Why does it break our hearts?
And pain was pain, whether physical or mental. Not the wisest of men or women or Taltos would ever know which was worse – the pain of the heart or the pain of the flesh.
If you really want peace in any world you have to learn to say nothing.
Alienation, a lack of trust either in happiness or in others.
But what creature in the world doesn’t want to be loved for itself?
I’m supposed to be the rebellious one, l’enfant terrible.
The Maker offers us creation itself as proof of his greatness.
Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.
And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.
His mind was horrifyingly empty and still; and he felt the loneliness and the stillness of the rooms completely.
You stare at anything long enough and suddenly it looks monstrous.” She had in fact turned away from him to stare at the bowl of flowers in the middle of the table. Old tea roses, falling to pieces amid the baby’s breath and fern and purple zinnias. And they did look absolutely alien, these things, the way that insects always do, and sort of horrible! What were these things, really?
He’s picked you because you are careless and flamboyant and vain. Oh, I don’t say this to hurt you. Truly I don’t. You long to be seen and approached and understood and to get into mischief, to stir everything up and see if it won’t boil over and if God won’t come down and grab you by.
Rhosh, remember the being’s skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one’s skin, and the being’s hair. The hair was the same, thick like this and with loose curls and the very same golden streak in it, only broader and on the right side of the head.
I struck him down for Deborah, and for all the poor and ignorant women I have seen screaming in the flames, for the women who have expired on the rack or in cold prison cells, for the families destroyed and for the villages laid waste by these awful lies.