When one believed, one´s soul moved. When one didn´t, everything else moved.
Sheltered by his caste, Sarcellus had not, as the impoverished must, made fear the pivot of his passions. As a result he possessed an immovable self-assurance. He felt. He acted. He judged. The fear o...
Where hard life makes some maudlin to the point of weeping at mere memory, it grants others a curious immunity to suffering. Like the slaves who work the charcoal pits, their skin grows hardened to th...
Small wonder, Thomas thought, we humans were so jumpy, so arrogant, so defensive. Small wonder the Internet, which was supposed to blow the doors off narrow, parochial views of the world, had simply t...
Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence.
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.
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...
Stupid men, Conphas had found, tended to be excessively proud of their few brilliant moments.
The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save their wives and children. Their tribes and their nations. If they learn that the world...
Where hopes burn bright, he said, patience is quickly consumed.
Zealous men often confuse purity with intolerance, particularly when they're young.
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...
Conceit does not sit well with martyrdom.
Do not mistake me, Inrithi. In this much Conphas is right. You are all staggering drunks to me. Boys who would play at war when you should kennel with your mothers. You know nothing of war. War is dar...
Every woman knows there are only two kinds of men: those who feel and those who pretend. Always remember, my dear, though only the former can be loved, only the latter can be trusted. It is passion th...
More than anything, it was ignorance that delivered conviction beyond the pale of disputation. Ignorance of questions. Ignorance of alternatives. No tyranny was so complete as blindness.
What did they know of motherhood, the mad miracle of finding your interior drawn from you, clinging and bawling and giggling and learning everything there was to learn anew?
Maithanet carried a plague whose primary symptom was certainty. How the God could be equated with the absence of hesitation was something Achamian had never understood. After all, what was the God but...
Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another soul to carry our own.
Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence. They are moments that rankle at becoming past, and so remain contemporaries of our beat...
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