You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
BRANDON MULLHours of crisis often call for sacrifice. In matters of consequence, when have doubt and fear given the best advice? Why not heed faith, courage, and honor?
More Brandon Mull Quotes
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Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic.” “Sure you were,” Jason said. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.
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One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.
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Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?” “Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded. “Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.
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Then question made her feel a little awkward. After all, she had saved him a seat. No, I’m her fiance,” Nate said. We’ve been promised to each other since birth.” Summer added. Our wedding isn’t until March.
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Causes have a way of tainting your reason until a person takes much bigger risks than sanity would otherwise allow.
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Running toward danger is foolhardy. … But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.
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Might not hurt you to pick up a book, just as an experiment.” Whatever. I looked up the definition for ‘nerd’ in the dictionary. Know what it said?” “I bet you’ll tell me.” ” ‘If you’re reading this, you are one.’ ” You’re a riot.
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…even misplaced faith can help us gain knowledge. We try to be smart about where we put our faith and we adjust as we learn more.
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Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.
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Choices determine character.
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Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
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You look tired,” Rachel told Jason. “I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.” “Can’t you?” Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. “I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.” “I probably could today,” Jason conceded.
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It was an emergency!” Seth blurted. “Read my lips – emergency reading – not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehave.
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Let’s worry about fixing the problem instead of the blame.
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In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
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