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“I would not let so small a thing as my death come between us.”
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“Deja de pensar en lo que te propones hacer. Deja de pensar en lo que acabas de hacer. Ahora, deja de pensar que has dejado de pensar en esas cosas. Entonces encontrarás el Ahora, el momento que se extiende eternamente, el único momento que verdaderamente existe. Así, en ese lugar, por fin tendrás tiempo para ser tú mismo.”
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“Stop defining yourself by what you can't do.”
― Royal Assassin (Farseer Trilogy 2 and the Farseer Trilogy): Book 2
― Royal Assassin (Farseer Trilogy 2 and the Farseer Trilogy): Book 2
“Silence can ask all the questions, where the tongue is prone to ask only the wrong one.”
― Fool's Errand
― Fool's Errand
“When you spring to an idea, and decide it is truth, without evidence, you blind yourself to other possibilities”
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“The first time I saw him, he did not see me. He was just a little boy, trudging along behind the stern stablemaster. I looked down on them from my widow in a tower and I knew him in that moment. And later that day, when a cart-driver thought to harass him, the boy stood him off without a word.”
― Assassin's Fate
― Assassin's Fate
“Nothing alone, nothing forsaken, nothing without meaning, nothing of no significance, and nothing of importance”
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“Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.”
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“What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? A sadder thing I cannot imagine. Why should not a mother say to herself, if I raise this child aright, if I love and care for her, she shall live a life that brings joy to those about her, and thus I have changed the world? Why should not the farmer that plants a seed say to his neighbor, this seed I plant today will feed someone, and that is how I change the world today?”
― Royal Assassin
― Royal Assassin
“On those days they had little time for pleasantries and, without intending it, excluded me from their circle. It was as it had to be. I had moved on to another life. I could not expect the old one to be held ajar for me forever.”
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“Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.” - Beloved, Fools Assassin”
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“Once you've poisoned a man, I reflected, you might as well rob him”
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“pity is a poor substitute for love - Burrich”
― Royal Assassin (Farseer Trilogy 2 and the Farseer Trilogy): Book 2
― Royal Assassin (Farseer Trilogy 2 and the Farseer Trilogy): Book 2
“Here was light, and flowers, and colours in profusion. There was a loom in the corner, and baskets of fine, thin thread in bright, bright hues. The woven coverlet on the bed, and the drapings on the open windows were unlike anything I had ever seen, woven in geometric patterns that somehow suggested fields of flowers beneath a blue sky. A wide pottery bowl held floating flowers and a slim silver fingerling swam about the stems and above the bright pebbles that floored it. I tried to imagine the pale cynical Fool in the midst of all this colour and art. I took a step further into the room, and saw something that moved my heart aside in my chest.
A baby. That was what I took it for at first, and without thinking, I took the next two steps and knelt beside the basket that cradled it. But it was not a living child, but a doll, crafted with such incredible art that almost I expected to see the small chest move with breath. I reached a hand to the pale, delicate face, but dared not touch it. The curve of the brow, the closed eyelids, the faint rose that suffused the tiny cheeks, even the small hand that rested on top of the coverlets were more perfect that I supposed a made thing could be. Of what delicate clay it had been crafted, I could not guess, nor what hand had inked the tiny eyelashes that curled on the infant’s cheek. The tiny coverlet was embroidered all over with pansies, and the pillow was of satin. I don’t know how long I knelt there, as silent as if it were truly a sleeping babe. But eventually I rose, and backed out of the Fool’s room, and then drew the door silently closed behind me.”
- Robin Hobb | Farseer Trilogy
Book 1 | Assassin’s Apprentice
Chapter Nineteen | Journey”
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A baby. That was what I took it for at first, and without thinking, I took the next two steps and knelt beside the basket that cradled it. But it was not a living child, but a doll, crafted with such incredible art that almost I expected to see the small chest move with breath. I reached a hand to the pale, delicate face, but dared not touch it. The curve of the brow, the closed eyelids, the faint rose that suffused the tiny cheeks, even the small hand that rested on top of the coverlets were more perfect that I supposed a made thing could be. Of what delicate clay it had been crafted, I could not guess, nor what hand had inked the tiny eyelashes that curled on the infant’s cheek. The tiny coverlet was embroidered all over with pansies, and the pillow was of satin. I don’t know how long I knelt there, as silent as if it were truly a sleeping babe. But eventually I rose, and backed out of the Fool’s room, and then drew the door silently closed behind me.”
- Robin Hobb | Farseer Trilogy
Book 1 | Assassin’s Apprentice
Chapter Nineteen | Journey”
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