That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.
Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.
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.
History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.
Despite all the pain, all the wrenching loss, there is no greater glory than a complicated life.
Above all the mighty detest change.
Where no paths exist, a man strays only when he misses his destination. There is no crime, no transgression, no sin save foolishness or incompetence, and no obscenity save the tyranny of custom.
Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.
It … It … It is what it is!
Conceit does not sit well with martyrdom.
But I’ve always believed, Kellhus continued, that one must ride another man’s horse for a day before criticizing. To better understand him? No, the man replied with an eye-twinkling shrug. Because the...
There was nothing the ignorant prized more than the ignorance of others.
Zealous men often confuse purity with intolerance, particularly when they're young.
What did it mean to a prophet to sing in a God´s own voice? Would that make him a shaman, as in the days described in the Tusk? Or would it make him a god?
They so wanted it to be simple, believers. It is what is! they cried, sneering at the possibility of other eyes, other truths, overlooking their own outrageous presumption. It says what it says, spoke...
The genius of most men lay in finding reasons after their actions. The heart was ever self-serving, especially when the beliefs served involved sacrifice.
The arguments were assembled and were defeated. The reasons railed and railed. But love had no logic.No more than sleep.
That’s the horrible fact of sinners. We’re indistinguishable from the righteous.
One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken,