You have nearly died, and so I will say something to distract you from the serious mind-numbing implications of your own mortality! I hate your shoes.
I cannot miss my own existence – by definition. So why would I fear it?
I hate it when my food adjectives its own noun.
The door to the adjoining suite slammed open. “Hello, humans,” MeLaan said, stepping into the doorway wearing nothing more than a tight pair of shorts and a cloth wrapped around her chest. “I need to put on something appropriate for tonight. What do you think? Large breasts? Small breasts? Extra-large breasts?” Everybody in the room paused, then turned toward her. “What?” MeLaan said. “Picking a proper bust size is vital to a lady’s evening preparations!
You can’t have it both ways. You can’t be powerless and totally at fault. Which is it?” I thought about that. “It’s neither.” “Right,” FM said. “Some things are under your control, and others aren’t. You do the best you can with what you have to work with. And that is what sets you apart – what you do with it.
Lately, she’d been having trouble picturing him. She could perfectly remember a picture of him, hanging above the mansion’s hearth. But him? That wasn’t so easy, though she loved him. That is not so odd an occurrence. A picture is an object, easy to define and contain, while a person is a soul – and is therefore neither of those things.
Afterward, Ann did ask what was so great about this guy she loved. Tress did her best to explain, though she was certain world-traveled people like them would find her love plain and unremarkable. She underestimated the power of simple words spoken with passion. No one questioned her after that.
Up ahead, Bastille glared back at us. “Would you two like to chat a little more?” she snapped. “Perhaps sing a little tune? If there are any Librarians in front of us, we wouldn’t want them to miss out on hearing us coming.” Sing looked at his feet sheepishly, and we fell silent – though a part of me wanted to yell something like, “What did you say, Bastille?” as loudly as I could. You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It’s really funny.
Memories are fossils, the bones left by dead versions of ourselves.
Fair enough. Number two: Ask a woman how much she weighs. Then lift her. She’ll have increased in weight. Feruchemists, every one.
Cats don’t stop hunting because they’re full, Tress. They’re like people in that regard.
She’s right. What do I owe him? The answer came immediately. I love him.
Well, little in life is absolutely certain.
You remember, you once told me somethin’ that made me see the world in an entirely new way.” “And that was?” Tress asked. “Here, try on these spectacles.
People in a group each pretend to be someone different, and tell a story together.
You can’t control everything. But if you can control how people regard you, then you can find a place in this mess.
Listening to this speech, he was half inclined to string himself up, which was really disturbing, since he was generally suicidal only in the mornings.
As the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men, and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes,’ ” Egwene said. “ ‘The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice, and he shall wear a crown of swords.
An existence of agony is better than no existence at all.
And Rand opened his eyes for the first time in a very long while. He knew – somehow – that he would never again hear Lews Therin’s voice in his head. For they were not two men, and never had been.