God’s purposes are not always easy to understand, but I have found that his methods are not as indirect as ours. We complicate God because we do not see that goodness is so very simple.
Descobri em minha longa vida que a maioria dos homens da Igreja prega os méritos da pobreza enquanto corre atrás da riqueza. Adoram dinheiro, e a Igreja atrai dinheiro como uma vela atrai mariposas.
And afterwards, you recall little, except the blows that so nearly killed you. You work and push and stab to make an opening in their shield wall. And then you grunt and lunge and slash to widen the g...
É um poema triste, e portanto um poema verdadeiro. Wyrd bið ful ãræd, diz ele. O destino é inexorável. E wyn eal gedreas. Toda alegria morreu.
World rotted as we slid from light into darkness, getting ever nearer to the black chaos in which this middle world would end and the gods would fight and all love and light and laughter would dissolv...
We fight them where we choose or where we must, not always when we want.
Thinking of her, he felt a sudden longing inside him. She had the face of a hawk, slim and cruel, with dark hair and eyes. Teresa was beautiful as a fine sword was beautiful; slim and hard.
There was something about Gawain’s youth and credulity that was driving me to puncture his pious innocence.
Had given an oath and honor binds us to paths we might not choose.
And their worship has always made more sense to me than bowing down to a god who belongs to a country so far away that I have met no one who has ever been there. Thor and Odin walked our hills, slept...
An arena where, so Merewalh’s priest told me, Christians had been fed to wild beasts. Some things are just too good to be true and so I was not sure I believed him.
You'll call me a damned Jew, a Christ murderer, a secret worshipper of pigs and a kidnapper of christian children. This was all said cheerfully. How absurd! Who would want to kidnap children, Christia...
Yes, sir, Hicks said. He was a small young man, very officious, who would never contradict a superior. If Morris claimed the clouds were made of cheese Hicks would just stand to attention, twitch his...
Wyrd bið ful āræd. Fate is inexorable. We are given power and we lose it.
Wyrd bið ful āræd, I said, and that is true. Fate is inexorable. Destiny is all. We make oaths, we make choices, but fate makes our decisions.
Wyrd bi ful aræd, fate is unstoppable.
When you are young and powerless you dream of possessing mystical strength, and once you are grown and strong you condemn lesser folk to that same dream,
We pulled slow and steady through the darkness and we hammered the ears of the gods with prayers.
We have forgotten that courage is a choice and that permission to move forward with boldness is never given by fearful masses
We are going to soak this rock with blood! I am Uhtred! I am the lord here. This is my rock!