How often does a man know, without question, that he has done well? I do not think it happens often in anyone's life, and it becomes even rarer once one has a child.
For the weakest has but to try his strength to find it, and then he shall be strong.
And a Fool is supposed to be wise?
Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own.Wolves have no kings
The second thing you have to do to be a writer is to keep on writing. Don't listen to people who tell you that very few people get published and you won't be one of them. Don't listen to your friend w...
No sense in trying to play that game with the past. Here is where we are today, and we can only make our moves from here.
We’d had a message from Just, the first to reach us in many a month. He and Hearth had left home almost three years ago. With youth’s fine disregard for the concerns of their elders, they’d sent messa...
We did hard things for each other. Risked our lives. Gave up our lives and faced death, and then faced life again. You might be surprised to find that facing life can be much harder than facing death.
We all perish in our last attempt to live.
Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.
Time is an unkind teacher, delivering lessons that we learn far too late for them to be useful. Years after I could have benefited from them, the insights come to me.
This was a young man who had killed, but never before been in imminent danger of being killed. I felt oddly qualified to introduce him to the sensation.
This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.
The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgment.
That is the challenge Companion. To take what has happened to you and learn from it. Nothing is quite so destructive as pity, especially self-pity. No event in life is so terrible that one cannot rise...
Take all self-determination from a man’s life, and all that is left for him to do is complain.
Surrendering that pain to stone had deadened me in a way that was a relief, but there was a darker side to that forgetting. I’ve seen folk who numbed their pain with strong drink or Smoke or other her...
Sometimes it seems unfair that events so old can reach forward through the years, sinking claws into one's life and twisting all that follows it. Yet perhaps that is the ultimate justice: we are the s...
Sometimes a man doesn't know how badly he's hurt until someone else probes the wound.
Since then, she had wondered if it were strength or a sort of madness that let her pretend she was normal.