And she was sorry. She knew better. Cruelty never helped the turning of the world.
Tak reflects the subtle turning of the world. It is a mirror we hold to life. No one wins a dance, boy. The point of dancing is the motion that a body makes. A well-played game of tak reveals the moving of a mind. There is a beauty to these things for those with eyes to see it.
When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome.
Halfpenny a head. That’s right. Anyone without a head gets in free.
No story can move a thousand miles by word of mouth and keep its shape.
There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.
Amazing, isn’t it?” Kvothe addressed them bitingly. “Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.
Think then, how do you entertain the people who have seen your act a thousand times? You dust off the old tricks. You try out some new ones. You hope for the best. And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.
Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating.
You are too good for me,” I said. “You are a luxury I cannot afford. Despite this, I insist you come with me today. I will buy you dinner and spend hours waxing rhapsodic over the vast landscape of wonder that is you.
Good job, Ambrose,” Wilem said sarcastically. “You caught him. He stole your fire.” One of the onlookers chimed in, “Yeah, make him put it back!
She stepped the way the water moves within a gentle wave. Never mind the motion, the water stays unchanged. That was the proper way of things.
I swear by all the salt in me: if you run counter to my desire, the remainder of your brief mortal span will be an orchestra of misery. I swear by stone and oak and elm: I’ll make a game of you. I’ll follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You’ll never know a woman’s touch, a breath of rest, a moment’s peace of mind.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I’ve small cloth and rose water.
I knew from my previous discussions with Ben that you needed money or brains to get into the University. The more of one you had, the less of the other you needed.
I am one of you. You are not alone. You are all beautiful to me.
A piece of sun that never left her. It was a bite of bread. A flower in her heart.
She’s sweet as cream and broad of beam.” – Bast.
Didn’t it deserve to be happy? Didn’t everything deserve its proper place?
She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.