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Antworten sind wie Opium. Je mehr man bekommt, desto mehr braucht man. Deshalb findet der Weise Trost im Geheimnis.
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War is
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For Nautzera there was no present, only the clamour of a harrowing past and the threat of a corresponding future. For Nautzera, the present had receded to a point, had become the precarious fulcrum whereby history leveraged destiny. A mere formality.
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Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is endless flight before the hunter we call the world. --EKYANNUS VIII, 111 APHORISMS Spring,
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Desperation glares in all Men, but it burns as a beacon when it takes a King for tinder. A
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Dreams drawn from the sheath.
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No soul moves alone through the world, Leweth. Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another soul to carry our own." He paused, cutting short his reply in order to bewilder the man. Insight struck with so much more force when it clarified confusion. "This is truly why you fled to Sobel, Leweth."
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No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.
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Where power was perceived, power was given.
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to observe a thing always is to observe a thing not at all.
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She acted for reasons she knew not, spoke words she did not understand, pursuing ends that she could neither fathom nor bear. The
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It was ever the same: Convince a man to take a single step--after all, what earthly difference could one step make?--and he would walk the next mile to prove himself right.
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The more crowded the concerns of the present, the more difficult it became to see the ways in which the past portended the future. Had
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Our every thought stems from the thoughts of others. Our every word is but a repetition of words spoken before. Every time we listen, we allow the movements of another soul to carry our own.
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She led a submerged life, a life catacombed by poverty and ignorance
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All power shits. All power sleeps . Strength must be aimed , and so are all things exposed, all things weak. To despise weakness is to loathe existence itself
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The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds.
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