Of course I am,” Wax said. “This is my second marriage. I’m an old hand at the practice by now.” Wayne grinned. “Oh, is that how it works? ‘Cuz in my experience, marryin’ is the one thing people seem to get worse at the more they do it. Well, that and bein’ alive.
I risked and I lost but the risk was still worth it.
An easy life taught one very little.
You don’t fly, you fall the wrong way.
The buzzing was like the eager purr of a muscle car that had just been started, but left in neutral. That was another of Cody’s metaphors for it; I’d said the sensation felt like an unbalanced washing machine filled with a hundred epileptic chimpanzees. Pretty proud of that one.
The prophecies are not literal, Mistress,” OreSeur said. “They’re metaphors – expressions of hope. Or, at least, that is how I have always seen them. Perhaps your Terris prophecies are the same? Expressions of a belief that if the people were in danger, their gods would send a Hero to protect them? In this case, the vagueness would be intentional – and rational. The prophecies were never meant to mean something specific, but more to speak of a general feeling. A general hope.
We’re not moments, Megan, you and me. We’re events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I’m sure not. We change, like swirling clouds around a rising sun.
Don’t make trouble at the pub tonight, Wayne,” the man intoned in response. “My temper is really short.” “Temper?” Wayne said, passing him. “That’s a funny name for it, mate, but if the ladies like you givin’ silly names to your body parts, I ain’t gonna say nothin’.
Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, sat atop the highest tower in the world and contemplated the End of All Things.
You make it sound like having the power to change the world is a bad thing.” “Bad? No. Abhorrent, depressing, ghastly. Having power is a terrible burden, the worst thing imaginable, except for every other alternative.
Turned out that the end of the world had to actually arrive before people would take it seriously.
Adolin sighed softly. “Of course. He’s probably their leader now or something. Storming bridgeboy.
Logically,” Shallan said, “the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark.
He came at me,” Adolin said, “in the training rooms, screaming that you’d found the killer. Said that if I didn’t come, you’d probably – and I quote – ’go do something stupid without letting me watch.
The world ends tomorrow, but the day after that, people are going to ask what’s for breakfast.
You know,” he said, “it amazes me sometimes that we even try. With everything they’ve done to us – the deaths, the tortures, the agonies – you’d think that we would just give up on things like hope and love. But we don’t.
The body needs many different foods to remain healthy. And the mind needs many different ideas to remain sharp.
All people are musicians” Wit countered. “The question is whether or not they share their songs.
Death comes to all. But life comes first. Cherish it. Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.
Greet every morning with a smile. That way it won’t know what you’re planning to do to it?