One does not need the size of a dragon to have the soul of a dragon.
Não reconheci a minha voz quando perguntei ao mundo: 'Como pode a coisa mais difícil que já fiz na vida ser também a mais cobarde?
Look forward, not back. Correct your course and go on. You can’t undo yesterday’s journey.
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.
It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.
Isolation was better than shame. I would continue on my own. This was my fight and no one else
Is it the nature of the world that all things seek a rhythm, and in that rhythm a sort o peace?
I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet...
I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!
I have said it before. You are too cautious, Fitz. What if this, what if that? You hide from trouble that may never knock at our door.
I accepted their ridicule by sulking manfully.
Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change is what makes life interesting.
You’d be wise to eat lightly, or not at all, of any food you do not prepare yourself. At all the feasts and festivities that will be there? No. Only at the ones you wish to survive.
Your future. It awaits only you, to live it and to write it.
Why not break free now, and make Bingtown a place where folk begin anew, all men standing on an equal footing?And all women, too.She must be Sparse's daughter, thought Keffria. Even her voice echoed h...
When you cut pieces from the truth to avoid sounding like a fool, you end up sounding like a moron instead.
When the bee to the earth does fall, the butterfly comes back to change all.
When she spoke his name, Beloved, he believed she meant it. He spoke of an adolescence I envied. Pampered, praised, educated . . . any child's dream. But we all awake from dreams.
When circumstances are right, unlikely people do extraordinary things.
Vim a saber mais tarde que muitos homens vêem sempre a boa fortuna dos outros como uma desfeita contra si próprios.