What do we say to the Lord of Death?" "Not today.
Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.
We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.
There is no shame in not knowing something. The shame is in not being willing to learn.
While the heart beats, hope lingers.
It is not given to us to know what difference we can make, and perhaps we can make no difference at all. But that is no reason not to make the attempt," said Saliman quietly. "The Light shines more brightly in the darkness.
Oh, forgive me. Shaking hands with me is an unpleasant experience. My hands are no longer hands.
In reality nothing is so beautiful as the good, nothing is so monotonous and boring as evil.
All I know is that D'Aubuisson is a free enterprise man and deeply religious.
The boy may wrestle, when Night--working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of the soft tumult, ev'ry turgid cell Spontaneous disembogues its lucid store, Bland and of azure tinct.