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“I will take responsibility for what I have done,” Dalinar whispered. “If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man.”
― Oathbringer
― Oathbringer
“The Lethani is the same everywhere,” she said firmly. “It is not like the wind, changing from place to place.”
“The Lethani is like water,” I responded without thinking. “It is itself unchanging, but it shapes itself to fit all places. It is both the river and the rain.”
She glared at me. “Who are you to say the Lethani is like one thing and not another?”
“Who are you to do the same?”
― The Wise Man's Fear
“The Lethani is like water,” I responded without thinking. “It is itself unchanging, but it shapes itself to fit all places. It is both the river and the rain.”
She glared at me. “Who are you to say the Lethani is like one thing and not another?”
“Who are you to do the same?”
― The Wise Man's Fear
“I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.”
― The Wise Man's Fear
― The Wise Man's Fear
“Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell's grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan's stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow's smile. He used to mess my hair and call me "little sister," she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.”
― A Feast for Crows
― A Feast for Crows
“Mira, las mujeres son como el fuego, como las llamas. Algunas son como velas, luminosas e inofensivas. Algunas son como chispas, o como brasas, o como las luciérnagas que perseguimos las noches de verano. Algunas son como hogueras, un derroche de luz y de calor para una sola noche, y quieren que después las dejen en paz.Algunas son como el fuego de la chimenea: no muy espectaculares, pero por debajo tienen cálidas y rojas brasas que arden mucho tiempo.
Pero Dianne... Dianne es como una cascada de chispas que sale de un afilado cuchillo de hierro que Dios acerca a la piedra de afilar. No puedes evitar mirar, no puedes evitar desearla. Hasta es posible que acerques una mano durante un segundo. pero no puedes dejarla allí. Te partirá el corazón.”
― The Name of the Wind
Pero Dianne... Dianne es como una cascada de chispas que sale de un afilado cuchillo de hierro que Dios acerca a la piedra de afilar. No puedes evitar mirar, no puedes evitar desearla. Hasta es posible que acerques una mano durante un segundo. pero no puedes dejarla allí. Te partirá el corazón.”
― The Name of the Wind
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