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The pursuit of your power takes all that you have, if you will be great--it leaves neither time, nor energy, for anything else. We are born with the seeds of power in us and driven to be what we are by a hunger that knows no slaking.
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power
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The pursuit of your power takes all that you have, if you will be great--it leaves neither time, nor energy, for anything else. We are born with the seeds of power in us and driven to be what we are by a hunger that knows no slaking. Knowledge--power--to know what songs the stars sing; to center all the forces of creation upon a rune drawn in the air--we can never give over the seeking of it. It is the stuff of loneliness.
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knowledge
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Jenny froze...cut by an unexpected pang of a hot jealousy she had thought that she had long outgrown--the bitter jealousy of her youth toward those who had greater skills than she. All her life she had worked to rid herself of it, knowing it crippled her from learning from those more powerful.
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jealousy
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Barbara Hambly |
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There are real problems, not just money and power, in my own lands.
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perspective
power
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Barbara Hambly |
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She felt angry enough to curse them, but in her heart she knew that she could lay no greater curse upon them than to be what they already were.
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Holding his icy hands, she slid for a moment into the outer fringes of the healing trance and whispered to him by his inner name. But it was as if she called at the head of a descending trail along which he had long since passed--there was no answer.
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healing
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Barbara Hambly |
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Pitiful, puling, like all your kin the slave of time that rots the body before the mind has seen more than a single flower in all the meadows of the Cosmos.
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mortality
humanity
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The diamond cannot love the flower, for the flower lives only a day, then fades and dies. You are a diamond now." " The flower dies," Jenny said softly, "having lived. The diamond will never do either."
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life
love
diamond
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January opened his mouth and then closed it. At the time -- in the days of his childhood, his slavery -- the endless, intricate dance of slave and master, of work and avoidance of work, had seemed to him the only manner in which life could be conducted. Looking back on it, he was still amazed that grown men and women should be astonished by their slaves' efforts to evade tasks that they themselves found too hard or too nasty, tasks demanded..
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slavery
work
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Barbara Hambly |
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Slavery, January understood now as he never had before, made you fear change almost more than anything else.
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slavery
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Barbara Hambly |
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once you pack in all the Lafrenieres, Bores, Macartys, Chauvins, Viellards, Boisclaires, Boisblancs, and Lebedoyere connections, even if they don't have dancing afterward--which they will,
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Barbara Hambly |
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Hidden within the heart of the great rose of music, he could forget time and place, forget the sting of his cut lip and the white man who'd given it to him, who had the right by law to give it to him; forget the whole of this past half year. For as long as he could remember, music had been his refuge, when grief and pity and rage and incomprehension of the whole of the bleeding world overwhelmed him: It had been a retreat, like the gentle h..
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Barbara Hambly |
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Women so frequently turn out like their mothers I don't know why I was even surprised.
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Barbara Hambly |
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Don't bargain with them, Jamie,' said the old man again. 'Don't help them, don't believe them, don't let them live one moment beyond what it takes to destroy them safely. No matter what they tell you, about why it is so necessary that you help them do whatever it is they're asking you to help them do. They are lying.
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Barbara Hambly |
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Honor is honor, whether one bargains with the honorable or the dishonorable.
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Barbara Hambly |
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Loving and hating were so close, two sides of a coin whose name was Need.
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