Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.
Only madmen and historians, he said, believe their lies.
No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of world spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the moveme...
Nigdy nie uważał, że „czyta książki. Język był w tym wypadku równie zdradziecki, jak u hazardzisty, który przechwala się wygraną partią, tak jakby siłą lub determinacją wydarł losowi zwycięstwo, gdy t...
Nau-Cayûti’s eyes gleamed like bared teeth in the gloom.
Mystery made thing gigantic. Knowledge made small.
Let us be moved, you and I, by the things themselves. Let us discover each other.
Interruption is weakness, young Kellhus. It arises from the passions and not from the intellect. From the darkness that comes before. I understand, Pragma. The cold eyes peered through him and saw thi...
If you find yourself taken unawares by someone you thought you knew, recall that the character revealed is as much your own as otherwise.
Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.
Despite all the pain, all the wrenching loss, there is no greater glory than a complicated life.
To resent is to brood in inaction, to pass through life acting in a manner indistinguishable from those who bear no grudges. But hatred hails from a wilder, far more violent tribe. Even when you canno...
Sorweel: „Then how can we hope to resist him?Harweel: „With our swords and our shields. And when those fail us, with spit and curses.But the spit and the curses, Sorweel would learn, always came first...
Sometimes he would stare at the bare trees for so long, they would lose their radial dimensions and seem something flat, like blood smeared into the wrinkles about an old woman’s eyes.
So he came to realize that learning a language was perhaps the most profound thing a man could do. Not only did it require wrapping different sounds around the very movement of your soul, it involved...
Ignorance is trust. —
He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the Conriyan encampment and counted fires like an idiot child. „Always number y...
He looked like a bored boy deciding whether to poke a dead fish.
Fate was but one more world-born subterfuge, another lie men used to give meaning to their abject helplessness.
Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills.