The King's tool. I see.' An oppression settle over me. My brief glimpse of blue skies arching over yellow roads and me travelling down them astride Sooty suddenly vanished. I thought of the hounds in...
If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.
Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?
The word of a cat is not to be relied upon.
Depois daquilo comecei a desejar esclarecer as coisas com o Bobo. Como um dente doloroso, remoí uma e outra vez o que lhe queria dizer.
Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.
Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.
I am shocked to find that some people think a 2 star 'I liked it' rating is a bad rating. What? I liked it. I LIKED it! That means I read the whole thing, to the last page, in spite of my life raining...
Most of being a woman hurts.
It is the nature of human that we tend to pass our pain along. As if we could get rid of it by inflicting an equal hurt on someone else.
Will you be all right? she asked me. It was not an empty question; she genuinely listened for my reply. In time, I told her, and for the first time, I admitted that was true. As disloyal as the though...
They regarded our passage not at all, and by the afternoon I felt no more significant than an ant. I had never thought to be disdained by a tree.
She is, Althea thought uneasily, what I pretend to be: a woman who does not let her sex deter her from living as she pleases.
I rose from their midst feeling ashamed of how I had dismissed them; in so short a time Galen had brought me to think of them as ignorant sword wielders, men of brawn with no brain at all. I had lived...
Here we do not believe in wasting time simply for the purpose of impressing others.
Cats themselves may be very chatty, but they seem to resent it in anyone else. Cats like listeners.
You never miss the water until the well runs dry.
The truth, I discovered, is a tree that grows as a man gains access to experience. A child sees the acorn of his daily life, but a man looks back on the oak.
I never confuse the cost of something with its value
But change proves that you are still alive. Change often measures our tolerance for folk different from ourselves. Can we accept their languages, their customs, their garments, and their foods into ou...