The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.
There’s faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there’s faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion...
Hoga Gothyelk no longer felt anger, not truly -- only varieties of sorrow.
He said ... A pause. He cleared his throat. He said that pity was the only love I could hope for.
And do Men despise ignorance?’ I asked. ‘No,’ he said, ‘they prize it above all things—all things!—but only so long as it remains invisible.
Have you heard the saying, Skeaös? ‘Cats look down upon Man, and dogs look up, but only pigs dare look Man straight in the eye.’ Y-yes, God-of-Men. Pretend that you are a pig, Skeaös. What
Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.
When a man possesses the innocence of a child, we call him a fool.When a child possesses the cunning of a man, we call him an abomination. As with love, knowledge has its seasons.
A strange coldness had settled upon Achamian, the monolithic selfishness of which only children and madmen are sometimes capable.
Like life, games were governed by rules. But unlike life, games were utterly defined by those rules. The rules were the game, and if one played by different rules, then one simply played a different g...
Gods are but greater demons, the Cishaurim said, hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?
All sorcerers had studied alchemy to some extent, and all alchemists, at least those worth their salt, knew how to cook.
For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty.
To observe a thing always is to observe a thing not at all.
A cut scarred where a caress faded away.
She acted for reasons she knew not, spoke words she did not understand, pursuing ends that she could neither fathom nor bear. The
That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.
Our words always paint two portraits when we describe our families to others. Outsiders cannot but see the small peeves and follies that wrinkle our relationships with our loved ones. The claims we ma...
I rememeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visible.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they pr...
For Nautzera there was no present, only the clamour of a harrowing past and the threat of a corresponding future. For Nautzera, the present had receded to a point, had become the precarious fulcrum wh...
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