The fight isn’t over until you win.
History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?
When you fear to fail, you fear something that has not happened yet. You predict your own failure, and by inaction, lock yourself into it.
Surprise!-FitzChivalry.
People are intimidated by a man who acts with no apparent regard for consequences. Behave as if you cannot be touched and no one will dare to touch you.
When people look most vicious, what you are seeing is not their animal side. It is the savagery that only humans can muster.
Axes bit wood into pieces and hammers nailed it back together. Humans could never accept the world as it was and live in it. They were always breaking it and living amongst the shattered pieces.
Too late to apologize, I’ve already forgiven you.
Be the night. Not the wind that stirs the trees, not even the soundless owl a-wing or the tiny mouse crouched motionless. Be the night that flows over all, touching without being felt. For night is a cat.
What does who call me when?
Her nakedness was not vulnerability, but armour.
That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.
I wondered if there was any way to live amongst other people and refuse to be harnessed by their expectations and dependencies.
Death fed life.
Had they been dogs they would have sniffed me over and then drawn back. But humans have no such inbred courtesies.
One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.
When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgment.
The wise man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.’ Acceptance of what is, that is the shortest path.
You have a wild young heart. Right now, it is like a caged bird that batters itself against the bars. To struggle harder will only hurt you more. Wait, be patient. Your time will come to fly. And when it does, you must be strong, not bloodied and weary.