The look of disbelief that ran across the boy’s face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.
To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain–leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.
The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. ‘Start reaching for that sword when you’re startled,’ he said. ‘There’s little reason to grab your shirt, unless you’re planning to rip it off.
In fact, it’s so violently bitter that no one can keep it down.” “It’s nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option,” Raoden said dryly
Overcome your guilt. Care, but not too much. Take responsibility, but don’t blame yourself. Protect, save, help- but know when to give up. They’re precarious ledges to walk. How do I do it?
I’m just good at ignoring the fact that I’m terrified. If I ever realize how scared I am, you’ll probably find me trying to hide under those cobblestones over there.
Sing!” Grandpa Smedry yelled, his voice echoing down a hallway to the right.”Sing!” If he breaks into song I think I might have to strangle myself… I thought, cringing.
How did men believe in something that preached love on one hand, yet taught destruction of unbelievers on the other? How did one rationalize belief with no proof?
