There is a peculiar strength that comes to one who is facing the final battle. That battle is not limited to war, nor the strength to warriors. I've seen this strength in old women with the coughing s...
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.
The future cannot take from us the days we have left…unless we let it.p. 46 The Fool to Fitz
Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.
Sometimes a man doesn't know how badly he's hurt until someone else probes the wound.
She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.
She had called herself a whore. That was a man's word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she wa...
One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls back. I am fortunate. I have been pulled back.
Love can exist without need
Long or short, if you worry about every step of a journey, you will divide it endlessly into pieces, any one of which may defeat you. Look only to the end.
Leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life-do you enjoy unending pain? There is no shame in walking away from bones. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is you...
In politics, appearance matters more than truth.
If it was raining soup, you’d be out there with a fork.
I'll be teaching you the nasty, furtive, polite ways to kill people
Horns not grown, he swings his head in warning and still all take heed.
Honour and courtesy and justice...they are not real, Fitz. We all pretend to them, and hold them to us like shields. But they guard only against folk who carry the same shields. Against those who have...
History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.’ He smiled enigmatically. ‘The future is another kind of history.
His heart had pounded with joy at the thought that he might catch her, might playfully hold her in his arms, for just a moment. They were children, I suddenly saw, children at play, only a handful of...
Having something explained to you does not always solve it.
From their midst a broad-shouldered man stepped forth, past Longwick, who tried vainly to motion him back. He ran three strides toward me, and I took a deep, unbelieving breath of his scent just befor...