To recognize you are the source of your own loneliness is not a cure for it. But it is a step toward seeing that it is not inevitable, and that such a choice is not irrevocable.
There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to b...
The word of a cat is not to be relied upon.
So many things were easier to live with if you didn’t give them much thought. p. 28
So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.
Justice. There’s a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched.
It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage a...
It is worse than useless to do things halfway Bee, for then you think the work is done, but someone must come behind you later to do it all over again. Even if you must work much harder and get less d...
But if she let go of her anger, all that would remain was grief and pain. Anger was easier. Anger could be focused outward. Grief corroded from within.
Be very chary of telling your hoarded secrets. Many lose all power once they have been divulged.
As dye soaks fibres, drawn into them to change their colour forever, so does a memory, stinging or sweet, change the fibre of a man’s character.
And what do you believe?A slow smile spread over his face. I believe in you. You are my new beginning.
That life was an immense wheel, turning in a set track and that his task was to bump the wheel out of that track and set it on a better one?
Much discomfort was based on human expectations. As a man, I expected to be warm and dry when I chose to be. Animals did not harbor any such beliefs. So it was raining. That part of me that was wolf c...
There were times when taking vengeance for the dead seemed too high a price for abandoning the living. I
There is no path to the future, Fitz. The path is now. Now is all there is, or ever will be. You can change perhaps the next breaths in your life. But after that, random chance seizes you in its jaws...
Some speak of the savagery of beasts. I will ever prefer that to the thoughtless contempt some men have toward animals.
She wears a freedom ring in one ear, you know, the earring that Chalcedean freed-slaves must purchase and wear to prove they have been granted their freedom. I asked her once if she had bought her fre...
Death stalks us, and he is ever sure of his kill. It is not a thing to dwell on, but it is something we all know, in our guts and bones. All save humans.
As long as you believe it is impossible, you close your mind to understanding it.