The comforts of life as a fugitive,” Drake sighed. “Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.
BRANDON MULLSmart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others.
More Brandon Mull Quotes
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Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra’s death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.
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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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My dad says people who insist that youtrust them usually don’t deserve it.
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I don’t know how you’re standing here. Yet you haven’t broken. Not where it matters. Having come this far, I’m not sure you can be broken.
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Choices determine character.
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Hard to call it a party without sardines.
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Can you see the power emotion has to distort our outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day.” ~Fablehaven – Rise of the Evening Star
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Making mistakes is part of learning to choose well. No way around it. Choices are thrust upon us, and we don’t always get things right.
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For each of us destiny is a blend of potential, circumstances, and choices.
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Please don’t assault me with that meat amalgam. It would surely cause infection
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One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.
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Faith isn’t knowledge, Rachel. Faith is a tool. Faith keeps us going until we get the knowledge. Faith keeps us striving until we reach the consequences of our most important decisions.
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Let’s worry about fixing the problem instead of the blame.
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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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Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.
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