There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself." "With words.
Steven EriksonStichwörter: hatred
The future can ever promise but one thing and one thing only: surprises.
Steven EriksonStichwörter: future
For Hood's sake,' the foreigner muttered. 'What's wrong with words?' 'With words,' said Redmask, turning away, 'meanings change.' 'Well,' Anaster Toc said, following as Redmask made his way back to his army's camp,.. 'that is precisely the point. That's their value - their ability to adapt -' 'Grow corrupt, you mean. The Letheri are masters at corrupting words, their meanings. They call war peace, they call tyranny liberty. On which side of the shadow you stand decides a word's meaning. Words are the weapons used by those who see others with contempt. A contempt which only deepens when they how those others are deceived and made into fools because they choose to believe. Because in their naivety they thought the meaning of a word was fixed, immune to abuse.
Steven EriksonI hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.
Steven EriksonOne day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.
Steven EriksonStichwörter: regrets
So you say, with your shiny hair and pouty lips - and those breasts - just wait till you start dropping whelps, they'll be at your ankles one day, big as they are - not the whelps, the breasts. The whelps will be in your hair - no, not the shiny hair on your head, well, yes, that hair, but only as a manner of speech.
Steven EriksonStichwörter: humourous
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.
Steven EriksonStichwörter: ambition compromise
There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.
Steven EriksonAnd in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.
Steven EriksonSurvivors do not mourn together. They each mourn alone, even when in the same place. Grief is the most solitary of all feelings. Grief isolates, and every ritual, every gesture, every embrace, is a hopeless effort to break through that isolation.
None of it works. The forms crumble and dissolve.
To face death is to stand alone.
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