Once the soul grows accustomed to the wound, it’s much harder to fix.
You are so much more than you are willing to accept, child.
Oh, and one thing. Please, please don’t depend on me too much. I mean that. I’m not going to be of much help. If your plots come to a head – if things go wrong at the last moment and you’re in danger or distress – don’t think of me. I will fail you. That I promise from my heart with absolute sincerity.” – Lightsong.
I tried to bring them back, but apparently fixing the bodies doesn’t return the souls.
That’s exactly the problem. Everyone’s convinced that their lives are over just because their hearts stopped beating.” “That’s usually a pretty good indication, sule,” Galladon said dryly.
There were great advantages to being unimportant.
Looks like we’re going to need a new prime suspect, Wax,” Wayne said. “This one downright refuses to not be dead already.
You stopped for food on the way, Leyten,” Sigzil said. “Even Rock beat your time, and he was skipping like a girl the last third.” “Was Horneater dance of victory,” Rock said from near Leyten. “Is very manly.
She would always love him. But she would not cease to function because he was gone.
We don’t want you along,” Vin said. “We don’t trust you – and we don’t like you.
A man found himself when he was alone. You only had one person to chat with, one person to blame.
Your ego doesn’t count as a separate individual, Shallan.
When heritage becomes a box instead of an inspiration, it has gone too far.
You’re not enjoying yourself,” Syl said. “You’re starting to sound a lot like my mother.” “Captivating?” Syl said. “Amazing, witty, meaningful?” “Repetitive.” “Captivating?” Syl said. “Amazing, witty, meaningful?” “Very funny.” “Says the man not laughing,” she replied, folding her arms.
You want to fight a god? You’d better have one on your side too.
Like slipping on a banana peel around a corner at eighty miles an hour. Piece of cake.
Pilots are never ‘peachy,’ girl. We’re spirited.” “Or,” I added, “briskly energized by the prospect of dealing death to the coming enemies.” “Or that,” Cobb said. “If you’re psychotic.
Ignorance may reside in a man hiding from intelligence, but scholarship can seem ignorance hidden behind intelligence.
Fine,” Grandpa said. “You fetch your evil Librarian mother from the jail. I’ll go warm up the giant penguin!
A person needed to experience real danger or they would never find joy in excelling. There had to be a risk of failure, the chance to die.