‘Wealth is a small thing, tiny like a grain of sand. It seems large only to those who do not possess it.‘
– Waylander, to Keeva Taliana, Hero in the Shadows
‘Wealth is a small thing, tiny like a grain of sand. It seems large only to those who do not possess it.‘
– Waylander, to Keeva Taliana, Hero in the Shadows
‘My father always told me that life was nothing but memories. He was right. As each moment passes it becomes history. He thought it was important to hold on to every moment, savouring it. He often talked of good times past, and hoped that the future would supply more golden memories. The truth is, though, that memories are only golden when shared; when you can say to a loved one, ‘Do you remember that walk by the orchard grove when first we held hands?” She will smile and say “Of course I do, you old fool.” That is the joy of memories. When Katra died she took half my life with her, and now the memory of the orchard is at best bittersweet. Ah, I am getting old and I talk too much.‘
– Senlic Carpenter, to Kaelin Ring, Ravenheart
‘Try not to dwell upon the past, dear. We can’t change it, you know. We can only live with what we have now.‘
– Samias, to Jianna, White Wolf
‘I have known a lot of brave men. Many of them are dead now. Courage is meaningless unless it is allied to a keen mind.‘
– Ruathain, to Connavar, Sword in the Storm
‘I am an arrogant man, my friend, but it is not an arrogance born of false pride. I know what I am, and I know what I am capable of.‘
– Klay, to Druss, The Legend of Deathwalker
‘Never give up, boy, that’s the answer. It’s what separates man from the beasts in the herd.‘
– Elodan, to Làmfhada, Knights of Dark Renown
‘A true man does not desert his friends in time of need.‘
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘Still, anger is a better emotion than sorrow. Anger is alive and can be dealth with. Sorrow is a dead creature and sits like a weight that cannot be released.‘
– Nogusta, to himself, Winter Warriors
‘A man is a complex beast and his soul is like a sponge, drawing in emotions in a random manner. Strike him and he becomes angry, his soul Red as blood. Feed him, stroke him, make love to him – and his soul softens, blurs, changes.‘
– The Dagda, to Nuada, Knights of Dark Renown
‘We all carry grief, my friend. Someone once told me that all the seas are but the Tears of Time, shed for the loss of loved ones. It may not be true, but I like the sentiment.‘
– Parmenion, to Mothac, Lion of Macedon