Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.
Kristin CashoreMots clés friendship hidden grievous hiding burden
It humbles me, but it doesn't humiliate me.
Kristin CashoreKatsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.
Kristin CashoreMots clés wind grass rose fell flow attacked pushed
He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.
Kristin CashoreMots clés strength danger weak lack strengthen
It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.
Kristin CashoreMots clés violence rebel monster frightened savagery exterior savage sickened
Katsa turned to Po with tears in her eyes. 'He'll be so angry.'
'He won't stay angry forever.'
'Won't he?' she said. 'People do sometimes.'
'Do they?' he said. 'Reasonable people? I hope that's not true.'
Katsa gave him a funny look, but didn't answer. Resumed hugging herself and kicking things.
Mots clés humor
Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she wouldn't have done it.
Kristin CashoreMots clés foolish
It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.
Kristin CashoreMots clés perception focus opening-up
For most of the process, nothing but faith, fueled by your own stubbornness, will be pulling you along. The work that you've done on the book so far won't be much comfort, because so much of it will be insufferable crap, until the very last moment, when you figure out how to fix it and everything comes together.
Kristin CashoreMots clés writing-process
Then I'm sorry I don't remember more. If we kew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories.
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