The wealth always flowed uphill and into the hands of a few. It was the way of the world,
The unusual experiences are those that create the memories, and a tenday of memories is more life than a year of routine.
The point of self-reflection is, foremost, to clarify and to find honesty. Self-reflection is the way to throw self-lies out and face the truth—however painful it might be to admit that you were wrong...
The person who values community will oft be deceived and destroyed by the knave whose heart lies in selfish ambitions. For
The halfling was still standing, trying to straighten his dishevelled hat and fix the broken orange feather. You know, he said nonchalantly, sometimes is not so bad to be short. Luthien
Please enter, Kessell said with false courtesy. Fear not for my trolls that you injured, they will surely heal! He threw his head back and laughed. Drizzt felt a fool; to think that all of his caution...
Play for the day, he told himself. Win the day, each day, and so you will win the war.
Outlive your superiors and the world is yours.~ Beniago
Not a facade of cockiness to hide deeper insecurities, but a true self-belief and measured evaluation of what she could and could not accomplish.
Nostalgia is possibly the greatest of the lies that we all tell ourselves. It is the glossing of the past to fit the sensibilities of the present.
It is a complicated word: home. It carries varied definitions to nearly every person. To me, home is not just a place, but a feeling; a warm and comfortable sensation of control. Home is where I need...
Is morality not an internal force, and if it is, are principles then to be dictated or felt?
For what are we left with if there remains no mystery? What hope might we find if we know all of the answers?
Es la compasión, no el miedo, lo que crea armonía en la mayoría de las razas, y es la armonía -la unión para conseguir metas compartidas- lo que precede a la grandeza.
Drizzt
Drizzt would come for him; probably Wulfgar and Catti-brie, too. But not Bruenor.
Catti-brie had to believe that now, recalling the scene in light of the drow's words. She had to believe that her love for Wulfgar had been real, very real, and not misplaced, that he was all she had...
A true god damn you all!
A foundation that had been built of stone shifted like sand on the blowing wind.
The true warrior understands that while one is learning how to use a sword, one should also be learning why and when to use a sword. To grant the power of a weapon master to anyone at all, without eff...