When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. When you desire a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.
I’ve always thought tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.
Don’t wish to be normal. Wish to be yourself. To the hilt. Find out what you’re best at, and develop it, and hopscotch your weaknesses. Wish to be great at whatever you are.
The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a duty of the living to do so for them.
Have you ever heard the phrase, Living well is the best revenge?” “Where I come from, someone’s head in a bag is generally considered the best revenge.
Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.
Never underestimate the human capacity for wishful thinking and willful blindness,′ said Miles. Such as a whole society of people who became so wrapped up in avoiding death, they forgot to be alive?
Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the praise for what blessings remain to us.
In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.
He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities.
Gardens were meant to be seen, smelled, walked through, grubbed in. A hundred objective measurements didn’t sum the worth of a garden; only the delight of its users did that.
How did I get into this mess? Miles isn’t even here. -Ivan.
Are you sure this isn’t instant boots?” asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers.
I have had another thought on such fates that denies neither gods nor man. Perhaps, instead of controlling every step, the gods have started a hundred or a thousand Cazarils and Umegats down this road, and only those arrive who choose to.
Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.
I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.
If you make it plain you like people, it’s hard for them to resist liking you back.
When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.
You try to give away what you want yourself.
I am who I choose to be. I have always been what I chose, though not always what I pleased.