I became a slightly daft traveler, obsessed with beekeeping and professing to know all there was to know on the topic. I started arguments so others would correct me and speak of beekeepers they had k...
Humanity fears no rivals. You have forgotten what it was to share the world with creatures as arrogantly superior as yourselves. You think to arrange the world to your liking. So you map the land and...
How can I know what I’ll do, until I’ve done it? How can I say?
Half the evil in this world occurs while decent people stand by and do nothing wrong. It’s not enough to refrain from evil, Trell. People have to attempt to do right, even if they believe they cannot...
Few things have such sharp edges as the careless words of a boy.
Every small, unselfish action nudges the world into a better path.
Did you see how she stood and faced them down? I demanded with pride. A most excellent bitch, Nighteyes agreed.
De que serve uma vida vivida como se não fizesse qualquer diferença para a grande vida do mundo? Não consigo imaginar coisa mais triste. Porque não haveria uma mãe de dizer de si para si, se criar bem...
Claro que não sabes (...) E nem sequer queres ver o que está posto na mesa à tua frente. Homens. Se estivesse a chover sopa, estarias lá fora com um garfo.
But a wall that will not yield to a battering ram can still be breached by the gentle twining of ivy.
But a living is not a life.
Any human who dared to attack a dragon deserved to die himself. And dead, of what use was he, unless someone ate him? She didn’t see why leaving a human to be eaten by worms was more acceptable.
Any future can be! she replied, laughing at me. If it were not so, if it were fixed, it would be a past. You say a foolish thing. How can a future be impossible?
All that is of dragons belongs only to dragons.
All I ever wanted to do was live my own life. And I’m having damn little success at that.p. 250: Brashen Trell and Amber
Ah, Fitz, you should know by now that every moment of my life is spent dancing. And with every partner, I tread a different measure.
A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of b...
A secret is only yours so long as you don’t share it. Tell it to one person, and it’s a secret no more.
A leaf turns in the wind, and you suddenly have a different perception of what colour it is.
Finally realizing that life was to be lived, rather than hoarded against an unseen tomorrow.