Pacing back and forth now on the spur of his conflicting needs, Covenant growled, Baradakas said just about the same thing. By hell! You people terrify me. When I try to be responsible, you pressure m...
Mortal lives are not stones. They are not seas. For impermanence to judge itself by the standards of permanence is folly. Or it is arrogance. Life merely is what it is, neither more nor less. To deem...
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation of the grave. Bodies jerk like puppet corpses, and hell walks laug...
The idea that his wedding band was some kind of talisman nauseated him like the smell of attar.
That is Lord Foul’s way in all things—to force his foes to become that which they most hate, and to destroy that which they most love.
You did not cause his despair. Had you treated him with distrust, you would have achieved nothing but the confirmation of his distress. Distrust—vindicates itself.
The purpose of life—if it may be said to have purpose—is not ease. It is to choose, and to act upon the choice. In that task, we are not measured by outcomes. We are measured only by daring and effort...
But to himself he responded, Ashamed? Ashamed? His face contorted in a wild grimace. Beware! Outcast unclean!
There’s no such thing as failure. Sort of progress is better than nothing. Under the circumstances, it’s probably impressive. We can only do what we can.