In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.
Guy Gavriel KayOne man sees a riselka: his life forks there.
Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die.
Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.
One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her.
Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child.
Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Guy Gavriel KayTags: religion fantasy littany
My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, ‘If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …’ And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out ‘what happens next’ … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot’s been learned.
Guy Gavriel KayWe must be what we are, or we become our enemies.
Guy Gavriel KayThe deeds of men, as footprints in the desert.
Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last.
Even the sun goes down.
We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can’t even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]
Guy Gavriel KayHe had a sense—honed by experience—that what he’d contrived might achieve something of the effect he wanted. That, Martinius had always said, was the best any man in this fallible world could expect. [p. 67]
Guy Gavriel KayTags: art achievement
There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?
Guy Gavriel KayThe world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.
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