The happiness of two beings might be a small thing when compared with the immensity of the universe, but what, ultimately, was more important? Suffering was inescapable, but to care for another and to be cared for in turn-that was the closest any person might come to heaven.
So don’t think. Be a sleeper devoid of dreams.
You’re nothing but the yellow-bellied offspring of a canker-ridden bunter. You’re a bastard, you are, and an unlicked cub; a dung-splattered, tallow-faced rock-gnasher; a puking villain and a noxious toad; the runty, mewling spawn of a greasy sow. I wouldn’t give you my last crust if you were starving, or a drop of water if you were burning, or a beggar’s grave if you were dead. You have pus for marrow and fungus for brains, and you’re a scug-backed cheek-biter!
Eragon’s rearing – limited as it was by Garrow’s scant tutelage – had exposed him only to the knowledge needed to run a farm.
Every time you leave, I feel as if less of you returns to me.
If he had to die, he decided that he would want an apple tree planted over him, so that his friends and family could eat the fruit born of his body.
To know that you were with one who cared for you, and who understood every fiber of your being, and who would not abandon you in even the most desperate of circumstances, that was the most precious relationship a person could have, and both Eragon and Saphira cherished it.
Too many problems in this world are caused by men with noble dispositions and clouded minds.
I already have one Sheepbiter here,” said Eragon, and laid a hand on Saphira. “Why would I need another?” Angela broke out into a wide smile. “So you’re not entirely devoid of wit after all! There just might be hope for you.” And she danced off toward the keep, twirling her double-bladed staff by her side and muttering, “Fire? Bah!” A soft growl emanated from Saphira, and she said, Be careful whom you call Sheepbiter, Eragon, or you might get bitten yourself.
Keep in mind, Eragon, that no one thinks of himself as a villain, and few make decisions they think are wrong.
Who you want to be, of course. Isn’t that what all of our decisions come down to? Now I really must be off. People to annoy, places to escape. Choose well, Traveler. Think long. Think fast. Eat the path.
Later, the stone cracks open and a baby dragon emerges. When Eragon touches her, a silvery mark appears on his palm, and an irrevocable bond is forged between their minds, making Eragon one of the legendary Dragon Riders. He names the dragon Saphira, after a dragon mentioned by the village storyteller, Brom.
Beware of losing your way, for you are one of the few who are truly free to choose their own fate.
The pain is of our own making. It only hurts as much as we let it.
Don’t you see, Prisoner?” said Jorrus. “We are the mind of the universe itself. We and the Jellies and all self-aware beings. We are the universe watching itself, watching and learning.
It was the worst of things: loss utter and complete, without a chance of restoration.
He was attractive in a rather solid, dark, hairy way.
Saphira, Nasuada, Arya, and Roran.
I find myself wondering if I have made the right decision.
Gone. Gone! GONE! Blackness. Emptiness.