Author of quotes: Terry Brooks

How can something be better when it gets worse?

Moving away, he was getting smaller, that it is difficult to discern. It was like looking into the past, and it disappears. Even if you see him again, it will be different.

It seems that on weekends it happens more than any of the incidents, conflicts, explosions of emotions, verisyse peacefully in their own juice for a week, and then months or even years. He never understood why this is happening. Why do these moments always fall on a weekend? Kind of mystery. John always believed that for a showdown more good Friday, but maybe weekends symbolize the destruction of the bridges between weeks and Mondays have these bridges to rebuild?

He knew that he loved her, and was amazed: how did not understand before. He could not say, for that he loved her, but this feeling was beyond rational explanation. After all, if you look at such a fact too hard, it may crumble like a fragile glass. It resembles a mosaic, where every piece has its place, and in General they make up the big picture. To explain such difficult. But it is the true, living feeling.

- Think of all the people that will live forever, quietly, he began. - No one admits even the idea that someday their age will end. What ever on Earth there will be no one of their tribe, as it happened with Sinissippi. Your countrymen, Nest, too sure. They will live always. No they do not kill, do not be wiped off the face of the earth. Just blinded by his own invulnerability.
But the destruction has already begun. It happens gradually, gradually. Little by little, their belief in themselves is destroyed. Growing cynicism is a poison. Small acts of kindness and charity are considered to be impractical, almost a sign of weakness. Small actions lead to serious crimes. Incivility and disrespect to the people elevated to the rank of virtue. People have become intolerant and condemn each other. Culture forgotten.[...] If the homeless cannot find shelter, they themselves blame. The poor, unemployed, are called idlers. If the disease affects one who lives not as you all, you think that he brought it on his head.
Look at your people, Nest Frimark. People have abandoned the elderly. Shy away from patients. Throw children. Throw at those who look different. Lawlessness, commit, and act immoral. They sow lies and disbelief rises. Every shred of darkness creates a new one. Every case of expressing anger, greed, pettiness begets the same new. People feel their insignificance. They understand how little they can do. Their madness was the handiwork of their own. But they are helpless because they refuse to recognize the source of all ills. They are fighting with yourself, but don't understand the nature of this war.
He took a deep breath.
- Are any of your believes that now lives in this country better than twenty years ago? Do they believe that the threat has become less? Does feel safer in their homes and cities? If they can find in themselves the honesty, trust and compassion that will overcome greed, deceit and abomination? Can you tell me what to fear?
We don't always know what comes to destroy us. This is a lesson Sinissippi. It can manifest itself in many forms. Perhaps my people were destroyed by a world that was waiting for them changes. And it was not. - He shook his head slowly, as if trying to comprehend his words. But there is reason to believe that your people destroy themselves.

- If it's history, so there must be and end. Tell me.
- This story has many loose ends. They change all the time depending on the storyteller. If you're creating a story, you'll be able for her to find a finish that you like.

When she left, Tay still sat, trying to imagine the faces of the druids who will never see. Very strange, but in the memory of some of them has already faded. "That's what makes the time even those who were closest of all to me" - sadly he thought.

And how quickly things change when you don't pay attention to it - not once thought Tay in these early days after his return. - Before you know it, and life is not the same.

People could not look into the future and get away with it, because you can not see the forbidden, without causing damage to the eyesight.

Met Tay and with young friends. Some of them were very young, when he saw them the last time. With the other had a long-standing intimacy, but their life paths diverged too far to be able to return it. They have nothing left in common except memories. Sad, but not surprising. Time took past away and loosened the ties. From friendship there are only stories about the past and noncommittal promises for the future. But that's life, it took you down separate roads until, until one day everyone won't be all alone.

The throne is low if, high as enough the eyes;
What sit on it and you have.

Willingly given - does not mean that lost.
Will return again in safety, when friends trusted.

Once upon a time there was beauty in the world
Wandering in the groves and fields,
Free as the wind.
Mighty Lord, ignoring the refusal, decided to marry her:
Took the crown in his home
And put in prison.
Sadly a prisoner of his mourned for the share
And promised all that,
Who get her will.
The devil, hearing the cry, she opened the door rather
But no freedom was brought to her -
Called her his.
The moral: If everyone is ready to give
All are at risk of losing.