Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.
Home was all I ever wanted.
Men live their lives trapped in an eternal present, between the mists of memory and the sea of shadow that is all we know of the days to come. Certain moths live their whole lives in a day, yet to them that little span of time must seem as long as years and decades do to us. An oak may live three hundred years, a redwood tree three thousand. To them seasons pass in the flutter of a moth's wing, and past, present, and future are one.
Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a tree understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.
All men lie when they are afraid. Some tell many lies, some but a few. Some have only one great lie they tell so often that they almost come to believe it...though some small part of them will always know that it is still a lie, and that will show upon their faces.
--The kindly man
Freakish was the word she had heard all her life. She was broad in the shoulder and broader in the hips. Her legs were long, her arms thick. Her chest was more muscle than bosom. Her hands were big, her feet enormous. And she was ugly besides, with a freckled, horsey face and teeth that seemed almost too big for her mouth. She did not need to be reminded of any of that.
It all goes back and back, to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance on in our steads.
I am a stranger in my own House.
Let them look. Let them stare and whisper until they've had their fill, I will not hide myself for their sake.
We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.
I have seen how false men are. Very few are worthy of trust.
I never knew there was such agony in the world.
Love's not always wise, I've learned. It can lead us to great folly, but we follow our hearts...wherever they take us. Don't we?
Weigh every word before you speak it.
Courtesy is a lady's armor.
If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil.
A good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. Each should have its own reward.
The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment.
Oh, to be sure, there is much we do not understand. The years pass in their hundreds and their thousands, and what does any man see of life but a few summers, a few winters? We look at mountains and call them eternal, and so they seem...but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.