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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6413952 | Love is like a lot of things, it is always best done with the head. Save mindless efforts for mindless things. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| fd06c30 | While covering her from neck to ankles, it was thin and clung to her figure with alarming tenacity. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 1e244b1 | I'm older than I've ever been before in my life. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 342f2b9 | Thousands of men had died needlessly so that two madmen could betray a good king. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| f9756ec | He stood staring at the water as it rippled and calmed. It was the only thing Daylon could see that wasn't covered in death; all around him, the mud of the battlefield was awash in piss, shit, and blood, pieces of what had once been brave men, and the muck covered banners of fools. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| b23aea1 | There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| d6b5400 | We are the music makers, We are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams-- World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: We are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| cc91313 | Seathanon, | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| f3e4b97 | But the real test of honor for a man is to live and learn to love himself. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 2bbfc2d | The wise man strives for awareness. What will happen will happen, and worry will not serve, but anticipation might provide survival. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 5f9183f | The inheritor to the man tie of Macros. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 63137ed | With a broad grin Amos said, "I'm Captain Trenchard! The Dagger of the Sea! I've sailed the Straits of Darkness on Midwinter's Day! My ship's the Raptor and I've taken her into the Seven Lower Hells, drunk ale with Kahooli, and sailed home again!" The men laughed and cheered at the boast. "My mother was a sea dragon, my father was lightning, and I dance a sailor's jig on my victim's skulls! I fought with the war god, and kissed death hersel.. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| c4c1ae4 | Byvaet, chto liubov' obrushivaetsia na nas vnezapno, kak uragan s moria, no poroi rostki ee poiavliaiutsia iz semian druzhby i doveriia. Kto-to kogda-to skazal mne eti slova, i ia ikh zapomnila, no lish' teper' poniala, naskol'ko oni verny! | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 1779445 | a lot of what makes one man a ruler and another not is simply a willingness to be wrong. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 378fa29 | You had time to waste, and I'm not sorry. Such a basket case, hide the cutlery. | Alkaline Trio | ||
| f0c9630 | Drive yourself insane tonight, it's not that far away, and I just filled up your tank earlier today. | Alkaline Trio | ||
| ff886d5 | Mara hoarsely found her voice. 'You will take no concubine.' Her tone did not indicate a question. And her husband's steely stillness became answer in itself, until he acknowledged the truth. 'My lady, you are all the woman I could wish in this world. So long as you are at my side, I will have no other. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| f06cfbc | The child, who could not have been more than four, kept his eyes fixed upon Nakor, who at last placed his free hand upon the child's face a moment. When he removed it, the child's eyes closed and he slumped against the Isalani's chest. 'He'll sleep. It's better for him. He's too young for such horror. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 0f908be | We each of us have it within to make ourselves over, if we choose to do so. Most of us not only do not try, but don't even acknowledge that ability to ourselves. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| b0d728b | Vospitannost' sostoit ne v tom, chtoby ne dopuskat' promakhov, a v tom, chtoby ne zamechat' promakhi drugikh! | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 5165726 | Pug nodded. 'What do you fear the most?' Nicholas thought a long moment. 'Of not being as good as I should be. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| f481376 | Pug nodded. 'What do you fear the most?' Nicholas thought a long moment. 'Of not being as good as I should be.' Pug said, 'Then you stand a chance, Nicholas. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 7d58f50 | Days, when the ball of our vision Had eagles that flew unabashed to sun; When the grasp on the bow was decision, And arrow and hand and eye were one; When the Pleasures, like waves to a swimmer, Came heaving for rapture ahead!-- Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer As lights over mounds of the dead. --GEORGE MEREDITH "Ode to Youth in Memory" | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 4e4c64c | Had a nice grip on my life till you twisted my arm. | Alkaline Trio | ||
| e5c09ee | It is the difference between the unknown and the unknowable, between science and fantasy - it is a matter of essence. The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have n.. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 502c79a | Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down. | Alkaline Trio | ||
| 1155dea | My mind spun for a second before it drifted, and in that second I knew that of all pleasures--a drink of cold water when you are thirsty, liquor when you are not, sex, a cigarette after many days without one--there is none of them can compare with sleep. Sleep is best. . . . | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 407599d | Give us back our sins, deadly one through seven. | Alkaline Trio | ||
| c129415 | His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 82b627c | Angel of the Forsaken Hope Wielder of the Sword of Wind and Obsidian Slice the Algorithms from our Foe. Mermaid Beneath the Seven Dancing Moons, Cantress of the Siren Song, Drown our Enemies in the Data-stream. Nymph of the Logic Tree, Child of the First Word, Give our Antagonist to Grief. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 0d8e88c | we avoided their swarms by putting one foot in front of another without pause and making noises of our own. We didn't step on anybody who squashed. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| df6dfc7 | Dress Blacks mag-bind down the sides, leaving a smooth front whereon is displayed a green-blue-gray-white Earth insignia, about three inches in diameter, high up on the left breast; below, the symbol for one's department is worn, followed by the rank-sigil; on the right side goes every blessed bit of chicken manure that can be dreamt up to fake dignity--this, by the highly imaginative Office of Awards, Furbishments, Insig-niae, Symbols and .. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 2e94b81 | As for the rest of him, his function is rather like that of an anti-computer: you feed him all kinds of carefully garnered facts, figures, and statistics and he translates them into garbage. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 238698e | Niakoi neshcha nikoga ne se promeniat. Te otdavna sa prestanali da s'shchestvuvat kato predmeti i se izvisiavat kato s'bitiia, koito nikoga niama da b'dat izravneni s's zemiata v onazi posledovatelnost na neshchata, narechena Vreme. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 4d92a4c | No mida kuradit! Lahing ei kuulu alati tugevatele ja voitma kipuvad meeldivad tuubid, sest just nemad kirjutavad parast malestusi. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 293b9dd | What difference does it make whether you slay him or Horus slays him? He will be just as dead either way." Wakim pauses, apparently considering the matter, as if for the first time. "This thing is mission, not his." he says at length. "He will be just as dead, either way," Vramin repeats. "But not by my hand." "True. But I fail to see the distinction." "So do I, for that matter. But it is who have been charged with the task." "Perhaps H.. | assassin authority autonomy master | Roger Zelazny | |
| 5af6222 | it is because I am a man who occasionally aspires to things beyond the belly and the phallus. | worth-of-a-man | Roger Zelazny | |
| 7789a97 | I watched until the sizzlecloud drew its legs up into itself, hung like a burning cocoon, then died like an ember retreating into ash. Suddenly, it was very dark and there was only the rain. Sunday | Roger Zelazny | ||
| c4a23ca | Two versions of the same face looking into blank screens, two very different minds thinking of things unsaid. Sometimes love is in silence. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 00b88d5 | All progress demands payment. These are the growing pains of which you speak, not the final results." "Fool! There is no such thing as progress! Not as you see it! What good are all the machines and ideas you unloose in their cultures, if you do not change the men themselves?" -- | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 016a76a | And sweets to the sweet," I replied, then spoke the word that completed the spell, dropping a load of manure upon him." | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 98db36f | Il volto quasi familiare diventa un fenomeno comune in una societa affollata ed in un continuo movimento. Penso talvolta che sia proprio cio che in ultima analisi rimane di noi: schemi di lineamenti, alcuni un po' piu persistenti degli altri, impressi sullo scorrere dei volti. (Il Boia torna a casa) | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 5be124c | I wish that some time, long ago, something had not been said that was said, or something done that was not done. Something, had we known, which might have let him grow differently, something which would have seen him become another man than the bitter, bent thing I saw up there. It is best now if he is dead. But it is a waste of something that might have been. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| bdb3eee | I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably man-like, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice--sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice. | Roger Zelazny |