Where power was perceived, power was given. For his entire life Conphas had been surrounded by tutors.
Where the holy take men for fools, the mad take the world. —
Zealous men often confuse purity with intolerance, particularly when they're young.
Zsoronga, Sorweel was beginning to realize, possessed the enviable ability to yoke his conviction to his need — to believe, absolutely, whatever his heart required. For Sorweel, belief and want always...
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...
And Cnaiür grinned as only a Chieftain of the Utemot could grin. The neck of the world, it seemed, lay pressed against the point of his sword. I shall butcher. All hungered here. All starved.
Few things are more familiar, he supposed, than finding oneself a stranger.
And ‘barbarity,’ I fear, is simply a word for unfamiliarity that threatens.
Darkness shields as much as it threatens.
Die Welt ist ein Kreis, der so viele Mittelpunkte wie Bewohner hat.
Ignorance was ever the iron of certainty, for it was as blind to itself as sleep. It was the absence of questions that made answers absolute—not knowledge! To
It is strange the way trauma deadens curiosity. To suffer cruelty in excess is to be delivered from care. The human heart sets aside its questions when the future is too capricious. This is the irony...
One might sooner wash shit from shit than cleanse a soul so wicked!
The thoughts of all men arise from the darkness. If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own? How could you b...
What is practicality but one moment betrayed for the next? —
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.
Where power was perceived, power was given.
Whore. How many men had embraced her? How many gritty chins against her cheek? Always something to be endured. All of them punishing her for their need. Monotony had made them seem laughable, a long q...
You’ve learned the lesson,' Kellhus had said on one of those rare mornings when he shared her breakfast.'What lesson might that be?''That the lessons never end.' He laughed, gingerly sipped his steami...
Fot he sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
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