Thunder without sound jolted the air around her. The violence of it was magnificent, immaculate, glorious.
Sometimes lunatics are so driven, they can take the whole world into madness with them.
After last night, he felt that the first part, his fantasy of being with her, was just an empty wish.
Get your priorities straight, young man. When a victim is staring at a blade that has just plunged through his chest, the last thing on his mind is criticism about the lack of ornamentation on your hilt.
Evil grants no mercy, and to attempt to appease it is nothing more than a piecemeal surrender to it. Surrender to evil is slavery at best, death at worse. -Richard Rahl.
She’s the first thing in my mind when I wake and the last thing in my mind before I sleep. I’ve never felt like this before, Zedd, never felt this alone before.
Richard clenched the strip in his fist. “It’s some kind of riddle. I hate riddles.
I know you and I know the way you feel, but you have to listen to me. The time has not yet come. It may never come. You may think I’m wrong in this, but if you close your eyes to the reality of what is, in favor of what you would wish just because you’re the Mother Confessor and feel responsible for the people of the Midlands, then there is no reason for us to bother hoping we’ll be together again because we won’t. We will be dead, and the cause of freedom will be dead.
That smile might have been on his lips, but it was not in his eyes.
My mother always said that if you predicted rain long enough, sooner or later you would get wet and be proven right.
Even without the drizzle and approaching darkness, it was a miserable time to be digging up dead people.
She had thought she could make a difference. She had thought she could drive back the advancing horde – by the sheer weight of her will, if need be. It was arrogance on her part. The forces of freedom were lost.
We have people like that in our world, too. People who say that freedom is no longer practical, that we must surrender it for a greater common good.” “Fear them,” she whispered. “They are the heart of evil. They tolerate tyranny, excuse it, compromise with it. In so doing they always bring savagery and death upon the rest of us.
Anger made a better warrior than fear.
Being afraid something is true is accepting the possibility. Accepting the possibility is the first step to believing. At least you are smart enough to question. Think of how easy it is to believe, for people who don’t question, who don’t even know how to question. For most people, it’s not the truth that is important, it’s the cause. Rahl is intelligent; he has given them a cause.
Death, though, was part of life. There could not be life without death always shadowing it.
Blood erupted in great throbbing gouts from a severed artery at the side of his neck. His open windpipe blew clouds of red mist as he struggled to breathe.
He’d often said that keeping things to himself was a matter of survival. Barracus had often told her that if she was doing something important she shouldn’t tell people anything they didn’t need to know. He lived his life by that rule. In fact, he often wouldn’t tell Magda about things he thought she didn’t need to know. Like why he killed himself.
Do you know, Richard, that it’s the weight of one flake of snow that is one too many, and causes an avalanche? Without that one, last flake, the catastrophe would not happen. When using magic, you must know which is the one snowflake too many before you add its weight. The avalanche will be out of all proportion to what you think the weight of that flake could invoke.
Your destiny is to find the truth.