It was all so meaningless when I looked at it that way. It was meaningless in the same way as when I stood up from a game and then looked down on the scatter of playing pieces, and realized that they...
It is hard to write down a story that has no sequence or sense, let alone make a picture of what my dream showed me.
It doesn't work that way. Silencing memories does not make them stop existing. Events cannot be undone by forgetting them.
If the divine is also female, and the female also divine, then she understands that woman is more than mother, more than daughter, more than wife. Those are the facets of a full life, but no single fa...
If a man hits you once, he’ll hit you again, they say. And the same is true for lying. But I stayed, and I listened and I believed. What a fool I’ve been!
If I gave Bee to Riddle and Nettle, I could undertake the Fool’s vengeance. That traitorous thought made me want to vomit.
If I enter the room as you are fastening your shoe, I can say, There will be a lovely moon tonight, and then you will call it to mind. But before I call it forth for you, you have forgotten the moon....
I wince to think of the price willingly paid for loving me.
I will always take your part, Bee. Right or wrong. That is why you must always take care to be right,
I was almost annoyed at her for spoiling my perfectly good sulk.
I tried a last time. When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—
I stood for a time, overlooking the calm sea. Under the bright morning sun, it looked like hammered blue metal. A very light breeze came off it and stirred my hair. I felt as if someone had spoken wor...
I passed that day in pleasure, which is to say, in the sort of work I wanted to do rather than the work that I thought I ought to be doing.
I loved that man as I have loved no one else. I do not say I loved him more than I love your mother. But that the way I loved him was different. But if you have heard there was anything improper in ou...
I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.
I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.
I felt a familiar squeezing in what I thought must be my heart. I had heard of being heartbroken or heavy-hearted but I had never known it was an actual sensation one felt when the whole world abandon...
I don’t need to be a hero, Fool. I’d settle for feeling that what I did every day had significance to someone besides myself.p. 144 Fitz to the Fool
I can take all my pasts, keep them and determine my own future. I don't have to be what anyone made me, Brashen. I can be Paragon.
I bite my tongue and scowl my love, lest passion make me slave.