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“He is my favorite smell, my favorite sound, my favorite sight. He will never know how much I love him because he does not remember the day Darrow and I conceived him, or the months I carried him inside me, or the minute he came into the world, the moment he said his first word or took his first step, or made me laugh for the first time. I remember all those things, and all the things about them. Where the sun lay in the sky, how his father’s eyes sparkled, what I feared in those moments, what I hoped for his life to be. That season of life is a haze to him, but when I die and reflect on my life, I know I will still believe that season was the meaning of mine.”
― Pierce Brown, Light Bringer

“Everything exists for some end, a horse, a vine. Why do you wonder? Even the sun will say, I am for some purpose, and the rest of the gods will say the same. For what purpose are you then? To enjoy pleasure? See if common sense allows this.”
― James Harris, Meditations

“You are an old man; no longer let yourself be a slave, no longer be pulled by the strings like a puppet to social movements, no longer either be dissatisfied with the present, or shrink from the future.”
― James Harris, Meditations: Adapted for the Contemporary Reader

“Worry is a spiral with death at its center,”
― Pierce Brown, Light Bringer