Your eyes are like inscrutable orbs!
I won’t tell you what to believe, Eragon. It is far better to be taught to think critically and then be allowed to make your own decisions than to have someone else’s notions thrust upon you.
He welcomed those limitations, for if he were perfect, what would be left for him to accomplish?
The only certainty is that, eventually, all things shall pass.
That was a heroic deed.” Embarrassed, Eragon scuffed his boots against the ground. “I wouldn’t have survived if not for Arya.” “You are too modest, Argetlam,” she admonished. “It was you who struck the final blow.
False modesty is never admirable, and least of all among those who command others.
The only antidote for the corrosive poison of violence is finding peace within yourself.
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.