The problem is not that we forget the past. It is that we recall it too well. Children recall wrongs that enemies did to their grandfathers, and blame the granddaughters of the old enemies. Children a...
The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
The exercise for centering oneself is a simple one. Stop thinking of what you intend to do. Stop thinking of what you have just done. Then, stop thinking that you have stopped thinking of those things...
Surprise!-FitzChivalry
Sometimes, he observed obliquely, you have to trust people to understand you are not perfect.p. 267: Chade to Fitz
One does not need the size of a dragon to have the soul of a dragon.
One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.
One devoted to his cat would not leave it long alone. A cat’s loyalty is not a thing to be taken for granted, but courted day by day.
Night eyes had risen and stretched stiffly. Now he came to lie down beside me. He set his head on my knee. 'I don't understand. You are ill?''No. Just stupid.''Ah. Nothing new there. Well, you haven't...
My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.
Maybe you have to keep your pain and loss to know that you can survive whatever life deals you. Perhaps without putting your pain in its place in your life, you became something of a coward.
Look forward, not back. Correct your course and go on. You cannot undo yesterday's journey.
It’s an old tradition or perhaps a superstition. Never call something by its true name if you wish to avoid calling its attention to you. Perhaps
It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.
If a minstrel must embroider the truth to help us recall it fully, then let her, and let no one say she has lied. Truth is often much larger than facts.
I wish they would all go away.Except the Fool. I wished he would join me. Somehow, I had always thought he would join me. Now, I could not recall why. Perhaps I had buried that in the stone.
I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.
I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.
I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived...
I don't think they're coming. Why must I stand here in the wind and rain?''Because it pleases me', Kennit snapped at him.Wintrow thought to intervene. 'You can have my cloak, if you like'. he offered....