It doesn’t work that way. Silencing memories does not make them stop existing. Events cannot be undone by forgetting them.
Oh, the things we discover and the things we learn, much too late. Worse are the secrets that are not secrets, the sorrows we live with but do not admit to one another.
Love isn’t just about feeling sure of the other person, knowing what he would give up for you. It’s knowing with certainty what you are willing to surrender for his sake. Make no mistake; each partner gives up something. Individual dreams are surrendered for a shared one. In some marriages, one partner gives up almost everything she once thought she wanted. But it’s not always the woman who does so. Such sacrifice is not shameful. It’s love. If you think the man is worth it, it works.
The death of Nighteyes gutted me. I walked wounded through my life in the days that followed, unaware of just how mutilated I was. I was like the man who complains of the itching of his severed leg. The itching distracts from the immense knowledge that one will forever after hobble through life.
A small pebble can turn a wheel out of its path, he told me, but warned me that it was seldom a pleasant experience for the pebble.
A message is not delivered until it is understood.
We aren’t fated to survive, then at least let us fight it to the end. Let it be fate that extinguishes us, not our own lack of heart.
Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.
FitzChivalry Farseer, too long have you sojourned among the Elderlings, your memory spurned by the very people you saved. Too long have you been in a place where the months pass as if days. Too long have you walked among us in false guise, deprived of your name and your honor. Rise. Turn and face the folk of the Six Duchies, your folk, and be welcomed home at last.
Half the evil in this world occurs while decent people stand by and do nothing wrong. It’s not enough to refrain from evil, Trell. People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot succeed.” “Even when it’s stupid to try?” he asked with savage sarcasm. “Especially then,” she replied sweetly. “That’s how it’s done, Trell. You break your heart against this stony world. You fling yourself at it, on the side of good, and you do not ask the cost. That’s how you do it.
Cruelty is a skill taught not only by example, but also by experience of it.
We did hard things for each other. Risked our lives. Gave up our lives and faced death, and then faced life again. You might be surprised to find that facing life can be much harder than facing death.
As if he hadn’t always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.
It doesn’t matter who a man’s father is. Your parents made a child, but it’s up to you to make the man you’ll be.
It is worse than useless to do things halfway Bee, for then you think the work is done, but someone must come behind you later to do it all over again. Even if you must work much harder and get less done, it is better to do the whole task the first time.
And so the Wolf of the West rose from the stone! And so he will rise again if ever the folk of the Six Duchies call to him in need.
I wasn’t being fair to expect those things of him. But life wasn’t fair. Life does not wait for any of us to grow up.
Sound seemed muted, and night darker, scent and taste dulled. It was as if the world had been robbed of its brightness. He had left me behind to dwell alone in a dimmed and stale place.
There are few things so tender as a man’s dignity.
Die in your dreams, wake up insane.