And in time, I must meet the same fate. Love, family, accomplishments – they are all torn away, leaving nothing. What is the worth of anything we do? The worth is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life. But options are before you; choose one and dedicate yourself to it.
The reward may be uncertain, but our doom is inevitable unless we try.
Our wyrds – our fates.
It is always thus. The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist. Fear, doubt, and hate have hamstrung more people than beasts ever have.
Come, kiss me sweet, and then let us return to bed, for I am tired, and I would sleep.
May the wind rise under your wings, may the sun always be at your backs, and may you catch your prey napping. And, Wolf-Eyes, I hope that when you find the one who left your paws in his traps, you do not kill him too quickly. Both.
You have learned from your mistake, and you shall not make it again. Why, then, should you withhold your blessing from those who may benefit from it?
Do not pamper me, human. Elves train both their men and women to fight. I am not one of your helpless females to run away whenever there is danger.
You can’t break something and mend it a moment later with pretty words. Broken things stay broken. Wounds heal into scars, not skin.
The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true. I know, Eragon sighed, but it’s not easy. Of course not. Few things of worth are.
Whether fate and destiny really exist, the only thing I can do is enjoy the present and live as honorably as possible.
It also troubled him when he contemplated how such a partnership must, by its very nature, reduce the individuality of those involved.
Victory is victory, dead is dead, however it is achieved.
You cannot expect wolves to become sheep. No, but neither do the wolves have to be cruel to the sheep.
Determination is as common among men who are dull and foolish as it is among those who are brilliant intellects.
When the sun touched the earth, it spread out along the horizon like a giant yolk oozing free of its skin.
I suppose I won’t see you for a while, so farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don’t eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!
Eragon doubted that he would ever like an Urgal, but the iron certitude of his prejudice only a few minutes before now seemed ignorant, and he could not retain it in good conscience.
Just remember,” he said gently, “that at a certain point, your enemies may have to become your allies. Such is the nature of life.
I’m not fighting for myself anymore... It makes a difference.