Make yer laughs where ye can, little one, because yer tears’ll chase ye and catch ye where they will.
Where in the nine hells did you ever find the notion that I would fight fair?
Sensual pleasures are, or should be, the culmination of physical desires combined with an intellectual and emotional decision, a giving of oneself, body and spirit, in a bond of trust and respect.
How ironic it is that our instincts often run exactly opposite from what we truly desire for those we love.
So many times have I heard the common lament, “If only I could go back to that age, knowing what I now know!” Those words amuse me profoundly, for in truth, the lament should be, “If only I could reclaim the lust and the joy I knew then!
I will continue to judge on the content of character and not the shape or color of a mortal coil. My heart demands no less of me, my spiritual peace must be held as the utmost goal.
You are in my very soul, tormenting me,” Anakin went on, not a bit of falseness in his tone.
This is my fear, of a life wasted, of a cause misbegotten, of a belief that is, in the end, an empty and unattainable ideal, the foolish designs of an innocent child who believed there could be more.
Dinin nodded. “Ten years ago,” he began, wondering why he was telling all this to Jarlaxle, “I watched as Zaknafein was sacrificed to the Spider Queen. Rarely has any house in all of Menzoberranzan seen a greater waste.” “The weapon master of House Do’Urden had a mighty reputation,” the mercenary put in. “Well earned, do not doubt,” replied Dinin.
Only there, where virtue sits as judge, are heroes born.
I will never forget that you came for me, Drizzt Do’Urden,” Entreri called after him, and for some reason he didn’t quite yet understand, those words filled Drizzt’s heart.
There are those who cannot see the stains on their souls. Some lack the capacity to look in the glass of introspection, perhaps, and others alter reality without and within. It.
The unusual experiences are those that create the memories, and a tenday of memories is more life than a year of routine.
Our conscience is our salvation. Our questioning of everything, of right and wrong, of action and consequence, is what defines our purpose.
He who remains alive, remains alive to write the histories in a light favorable to him and his cause.
Under the dark evening sky, the skyscrapers seemed to become gigantic natural monoliths, and all the super-sized structures that so dominated the city, that so marked Coruscant as a monument to the ingenuity of the reasoning species, seemed somehow the mark of folly, of futile pride striving against the vastness and majesty beyond the grasp of any mortal.
Tis the trap of competitive humanity, you see. Few men are content if others have more to be content about.
To think that all we’ve known to be true is not necessarily an absolute is unsettling and almost incomprehensible, and so to walk the road of acceptance and peace often takes more courage than the way of the warrior.
No, what keeps Captain Deudermont safe is his ability to show respect for anyone he meets. He is a man of charm, who holds well his personal pride. He grants respect at the outset of a meeting and continues that respect until the person forfeits it. This is very different than the way most people view the world. Most people insist that respect has to be earned, and with many, I have come to observe, earning it is no easy task!
It is difficult to realize that you cannot win every battle for every friend.