I hate irony. It is a manacle that ties our dreams to our fears.
Mornings come, whether we want them or not.
No one lives forever,” the walls seemed to say. “Four stones stacked atop one another will outlive all your dreams and still stand when your descendants have long forgotten that you lived here.
Thoughts were too fast for words and too complex. There was too much to say, more than anyone could ever say in a lifetime about even the simplest things.
And while you’re ‘hearing’ all this vital gossip, I might point out to you that no wise man tells all he knows. And that he who carries tales has little else in his head...
Had he ever truly cared about our friendship? There are always those dark thoughts, I must believe, when a deep friendship ends so abruptly. But every wound becomes a scar, eventually. That one would never entirely ceased being tender, but I learn to live with it.
He’s probably hungry, too, isn’t he, Lacey? I’ve heard that about boys...
There is this, boy. And you should remember it in every situation, not just this one. Learning is never wrong. Even learning how to kill isn’t wrong. Or right. It’s just a thing to learn, a thing I can teach you. That’s all. For now, do you think you could learn how to do it, and later decide if you want to do it?
You should know by now how easy it is to lose a person just by letting someone walk away from you.
The welfare of the people belongs to the people, and they have the right to object if their duke stewards it poorly.
Take some advice, and you may survive this trip. When considering a man’s motives, remember you must not measure his wheat with your bushel. He may not be using the same standard at all.
Of all the cruel jests fate had recently played on me, I decided that awakening was the cruelest.
You and I, we are like buds grafted onto a tree. We can grow true to ourselves, but only so much as our roots will allow us.
You poor, pathetic bastard,” the charm ground out the slow accusing words. “You’ve become Igrot. Do you know that? To defeat the monster you became the monster.” The tiny voice became even fainter. “You have only yourself to fear now.
It is irony, is it not, that you live so short a time, and waste so much of it being stupid?
It was right, what they said: Enlightenment was merely the truth at the correct time.
The shortest distance between a man and his goal was often a lie.
Attitude and bearing. Believe you are beautiful, and so will everyone else.
I sometimes think that age is based more on what you’ve done and what you remember than how old you are.
Nor do I need your pity. I accept my current fortune. I’ve seen my situation change before, and I will see it change again. I don’t need you to change it.