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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| df314a6 | Entitled? That's a dangerous word, Greg. Be careful how you use it. People aren't entitled to things. They have to earn them. That goes for money and respect and love. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 84e459a | There are two reasons people change. One is if they've opened their minds, the other if their hearts have been broken. | Barbara Delinsky | ||
| 2a088db | No other writer ever achieved such a direct transference of self to paper. The Book of Disquiet is the world's strangest photograph, made out of words, the only material capable of capturing the recesses of the soul it exposes. Richard Zenith, 2001 NOTES | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 700d879 | One can only blaspheme if one believes. | Blasphemy | ||
| e1a6dcf | The natural elements of sunlight, water and air were not permitted to touch a woman's bare skin. At the seaside, women made their laborious way through the water in heavy bathing costumes, covered from neck to ankles. Young girls in boarding schools and convents even had to take baths in long white garments, forgetting that they had bodies at all. | Stefan Zweig | ||
| eb527e3 | What is the worth in anything we do?" "The worth is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life. But options are before you; chose one and dedicate yourself to it. The deeds will give you hope and a new purpose" | Christopher Paolini | ||
| a04614b | First, let no one rule your mind or body. Take special care that your thoughts remain unfettered. Give men your ear, but not your heart. Show respect for those in power, but don't follow them blindly. Judge with logic and reason, but comment not. Consider none your superior, whatever their rank or station in life. Treat all fairly or they will seek revenge. Be careful with your money. Hold fast to your beliefs and others will listen. Off th.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| a9c80ef | he said to Saphira. A small puff of smoke rose from her nostrils as she snorted with amusement. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 4a03c0e | You're fine," said Eragon, exasperated. "Stop worrying. There's nothing you can do about it anyway." Saphira growled and continued to study her image in the lake. She turned her head from side to side, then exhaled heavily, releasing a cloud of smoke that drifted out over the water like a small, lost thundercloud. she asked, and looked toward him. "Dragons grow new scales all the time. You know that." He did not bother to hide his smile; .. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| b08ce64 | Without further ado, she curled up in the grass, tucked her head under her wing, and wrapped her tail around herself. , she said. Eragon smiled and patted her on the tail. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 4ee89b2 | Without further ado, she curled up in the grass, tucked her head under her wing, and wrapped her tail around herself. , she said. Eragon smiled and patted her on the tail, then turned to look at the valley again. He stood there for a long while, barely thinking, content to observe and exist without making any effort to coax meaning from the world around him. At last he fetched his bedroll, which he laid out beside Saphira. he asked Glaedr.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 7fea19a | Un lugar en el que somos responsables de nuestras acciones, en el que podemos ser buenos con los demas porque queremos y porque es lo que debe hacerse, en vez de portarnos bien por miedo a la amenaza del castigo divino. No te dire que debes creer, Eragon. Es mucho mejor aprender a pensar con espiritu critico y que luego se te permita tomar tus propias decisiones, que imponerte nociones ajenas. Me has preguntado por nuestra religion, y te he.. | eldest eragon | Christopher Paolini | |
| b31bcd0 | In a low voice that only Eragon and Jormundur could hear, Nasuada said, "If we can but gain their support..." "What will they want in return, though?" asked Jormundur. "Our coffers are near empty, and our future uncertain." Her lips barely moving, she said, "Perhaps they wish nothing more of us than a chance to strike back at Galbatorix." She paused. "But if not, we shall have to find means other than gold to persuade them to join our ranks.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 4904755 | And what is it you desire of us in exchange for your assistance, King Halfpaw?" She glanced at Eragon and smiled, then added, "We can offer you as much cream as you want, but beyond that, our resources are limited. If your warriors expect to be paid for their troubles, I fear they will be sorely disappointed." "Cream is for kittens, and gold holds no interest for us," said Grimrr. As he spoke, he lifted his right hand and inspected his nail.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 2d60b4d | he asked. He agreed with her, then, feeling impish, asked, She remained silently aloof, but he caught a brief flash of sensations: a medley of images--trees, grass, sunshine, the mountains of the Spine--as well as the cloying scent of red orchids and a sudden painful, pinching sensation, as if a door had slammed shut on her tail. Eragon chuckled quietly to himself, then concentrated on composing the spells he thought he would need to heal .. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 1587971 | If I remember correctly, you've never learned to read, have you?" He shrugged. "What for? I can count and figure as well as any man. My father said that teaching us to read made no more sense than teaching a dog to walk on his hind legs: amusing, but hardly worth the effort." | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 6bdf9a9 | Riding at full gallop for three days--combined with less than three hours of sleep for every twelve spent in the saddle--had left him frighteningly weak. . | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 2961b02 | We should proceed with caution," whispered Wyrden. Angela made a faint noise in her throat. "How else were you planning to proceed? With blaring trumpets and shouting heralds? Really." The elf refrained from answering, but he appeared distinctly uncomfortable. Arya and Wyrden pulled off the grating and cautiously moved into the tunnel. Both conjured werelights of their own. The flameless orbs floated over their heads like small red suns, th.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 0d99ec3 | After several long, tense minutes, one of the hounds began to bark excitedly somewhere in the trees upstream. The other dogs rushed in that direction and resumed the deep-chested baying that meant they were in close pursuit of their quarry. When the clamor had receded, Roran slowly rose to his full height and swept his gaze over the trees and bushes. "All clear," he said, keeping his voice subdued. As the others stood, Hamund--who was tall .. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 5656d08 | Despite his sense of futility, the effort had proved helpful in at least one regard: Arya no longer defeated him every time they crossed blades. He had watched her with redoubled attention--studying her as closely as a deer he was stalking--and as a result, he had won a few of their matches. However, he still was not her equal, much less her better. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 228e7bf | So it was you!" Eragon exclaimed. "All my life I've heard it said that Galbatorix once lost half his men in the Spine, but no one could tell me how or why." " than half his men, Firesword." Garzhvog rolled his shoulders and made a guttural noise in the back of his throat. "And now I see we must work to spread word of it if any are to know of our victory. We will track down your chanters, your bards, and we will teach them the songs concern.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| eb665b9 | And why did Garzhvog call you Uluthrek?" "It is the title the Urgals gave me long, long ago, when I traveled among them." "What does it mean?" "Mooneater." "Mooneater? What a strange name. How did you come by it?" "I ate the moon, of course. How else?" Eragon frowned and concentrated on petting the werecat for a minute. Then: "Why did Garzhvog give you that stone?" "Because I told him a story. I thought that was obvious." "But what is it?" .. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| f90e4b1 | Go on, ask me another question. I'm rather enjoying this game." He cocked an eyebrow at her and, although he was certain it was pointless, he said, " " The herbalist brayed with laughter, and some of the werecats opened their mouths in what appeared to be toothy smiles. However, Shadowhunter seemed displeased, for she dug her claws into Eragon's legs, making him wince. "Well," said Angela, still laughing, "if you have answers, that's as g.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 1b3f6a2 | it is a better world. A place where we are responsible for our own actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and because it is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment. I won't tell you what to believe, Eragon. It is far better to be taught to think critically and then be allowed to make your own decisions than to have someone else's notions thrust upon you. You.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| e719681 | Ho there, my fine fellow!" said the same man who had ordered the soldiers to halt. "Ho there, I say! Who are you to sit here this splendid morning, drinking and enjoying a merry game of chance, as if you hadn't a care in the world? Do we not merit the courtesy of being met with drawn swords? Who are you, I say?" Slowly, as if he had just noticed the presence of the soldiers and considered it to be of little importance, Roran raised his gaze.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 238aaed | Stronghammer is my name," he said. With a single deft movement, he gathered up the knucklebones, tossed them skyward, and caught three on his hand. "Roran Stronghammer, and Eragon Shadeslayer is my cousin. You might have heard mention of him, if not of me." A rustle of unease spread among the line of horsemen, and Roran thought he saw Tharos's eyes widen for an instant. "An impressive claim, that, but how can we be sure of its veracity? Any.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 598e49e | Nothing is more dangerous than an enemy with nothing to lose, he thought. Which is what I have become. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 0157056 | A stir of motion, like a swirl of muddy water, disturbed the surface of the tablet. Then colors--red, blue, green, yellow--bloomed on the slate and began to form lines and shapes even as they intermingled to form other, subtler shades. After a few seconds, an image of Arya appeared. Once it was complete, he released the spell and studied the fairth. He was pleased with what he saw. The image seemed to be a true and honest representation of .. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 77d28e0 | In one hand, Birgit carried a drawn sword. In the other, a round wooden shield. Eragon's stomach sank. Nasuada's guards moved to intercept the two of them, but Roran shouted, "Let them pass!" Nasuada signaled to the guards and they stepped aside. Without slowing, Birgit walked over to Roran. "Birgit, please don't," said Katrina in a low voice, but the other woman ignored her. Arya watched them unblinkingly, her hand on her sword. "Strongham.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 949d112 | she said, And her eyes rolled forward as she tried to peer down her long snout at the small, dark hole above her nostril. Eragon laughed and splashed a handful of water at her. Then, to soothe her injured pride, he said, "No one will notice, Saphira. Trust me. Besides, even if they do, they'll take it for a battle wound and consider you all the more fearsome because of it." She returned to examining herself in the lake. The water and her.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| ee4787b | In a way that he did not entirely understand, their sparring seemed to have become something more than just a test of arms; it had become a test of who he was: of his character, of his strength, and of his resilience. Nor was it Glaedr who was testing him, or so he felt, but rather Arya. It was as if she wanted something from him, as if she wanted him to prove...what, he knew not, but he was determined to acquit himself as well as he could... | Christopher Paolini | ||
| e6d96c0 | Think without thinking, so that you act as if out of instinct and not reason. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 3f2c951 | It took Eragon a moment to remember that Aren was the name of Brom's ring; | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 930514e | Only then did Eragon again become aware of Saphira and Glaedr pressing against his consciousness, watching with steadfast attentiveness every thought that flickered through his mind. Both of the dragons were as tense as Eragon had ever felt them. If he were to poke Saphira, he guessed she would be so startled, she would twist herself in circles. , she commented. Eragon smiled. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 64d091d | My ring now, he told himself. I have to stop thinking of it as Brom's. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| c5248f3 | I could search for the tunnel. I know how to hide myself with magic; the sentries would never see me." "Perhaps," murmured Nasuada. "But I still don't like the idea of having you or anyone else running about. The likelihood of the Empire noticing is too high. What if Murtagh is watching? Could you fool him? Do you even know what he is capable of now?" She shook her head. "No, we must act as if the tunnel exists and make our decisions accord.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 34ca632 | Also, I am sure Aren was a way for him to protect himself | Christopher Paolini | ||
| cda0dbd | The old dragon had not been enthusiastic about the mission when Eragon told him about it, but neither had he opposed it. After discussing various contingencies, Glaedr had said: , which, Eragon thought, was hardly an encouraging statement. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| cc0bc21 | My only inheritance. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| d923c49 | Galbatorix glanced over his shoulder and said, "It was inconsiderate of you to attack so early in the morning. I was already awake--I rise well before dawn--but you woke Shruikan. He gets rather irritated when he's tired, and when he's irritated, he tends to eat people. My guards learned long ago not to disturb him when he's resting. You would have done well to follow their example." | Christopher Paolini | ||
| bb129d2 | They landed with a crash that split paving stones and jarred the nearby houses. Something cracked in Thorn's left wing-shoulder, and his back arched unnaturally as Murtagh's wards kept the dragon from crushing him flat. Saphira could hear Murtagh cursing from underneath Thorn, and she decided that it would be best to move away before the angry two-legs-round-ears started casting spells. She jumped up, kicking Thorn in the belly as she did s.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 8be37a7 | Up on her back, Blodhgarm loosened the straps that held his legs in Saphira's saddle, then slid down her side. For a moment, Eragon had the supremely disorienting experience of meeting himself. He immediately decided that he disliked how his hair curled at the temples. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| 075bd8e | As he drew near his tent, he saw Arya waiting for him by the entrance. Eragon quickened his stride, but before he could greet her, someone called out: "Shadeslayer!" Eragon turned and saw one of Nasuada's pages trotting toward them. "Shadeslayer," the boy repeated, somewhat out of breath, and bowed to Arya. "Lady Nasuada would like you to come to her tent an hour before dawn tomorrow morning, in order to confer with her. What shall I tell h.. | Christopher Paolini | ||
| e22bc24 | mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants. | Christopher Paolini |