Given the manifest frailty of men, given the long succession of delusions that was their history, what could be more preposterous than claiming oneself the least deluded, let alone privy to the absolu...
Everyone thinks they’ve won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billions who disagree with them, have somehow lucked int...
Esmenet had loved joking about cocks. She marvelled at the way men fussed over them, cursing, congratulating, beseeching, coaxing, commanding, even threatening them. Once she told Achamian about a der...
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...
Convince a man to take a single step—after all, what earthly difference could one step make?—and he would walk the next mile to prove himself right.
Conviction, no matter how narcotic its depth, simply did not make true.
Conceit does not sit well with martyrdom.
But you do understand. Think, Leweth. If we’re nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than...
Better blind in Hell than speechless in Heaven. —
All power shits. All power sleeps . Strength must be aimed , and so are all things exposed, all things weak. To despise weakness is to loathe existence itself
A może, w co chętniej wierzył Achamian, wybrańcami byli ci, którzy się wahali. Często myślał o tym, że wabik fałszywej pewności jest najbardziej narkotyczną i destrukcyjną ze wszystkich pokus. Kto czy...
A lifetime of cannibal hatred
All men are frauds. Some, the wise, fool only others. Others, the foolish, fool only themselves. And a rare few fool both others and themselves—they are the rulers of Men
Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.
This is the problem of all great revelations: their significance so often exceeds the frame of our comprehension. We understand only after, always after. Not simply when it is too late, but precisely...
The Dûnyain, Kellhus said after a time, have surrendered themselves to the Logos, to what you would call reason and intellect. We seek absolute awareness, the self-moving thought. The thoughts of all...
Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is...
One might sooner wash shit from shit than cleanse a soul so wicked!
Intelligent people, Achamian had found, were typically less happy. The reason for this was simple: they were better able to rationalize their delusions. The ability to stomach Truth had little to do w...
Hope is ever the greatest luxury of the helpless, the capacity to suppose knowledge that circumstances denied.