Author of quotes: Olga Brileva. Page 3

He was the one called the Master in the day when his hands became the same thinking as his mind.
He learned to give passions a form that was repeated not only body movements - movements of the soul, his hands probing in wax, clay or alabaster someone's traits - paving the road from someone's soul to his soul, he shows the face and body but through the mind.

The pain had a shape. He carved her out of obsidian - broken, blown up from the inside something solid sharp edges, needles and blades - and transition into a heavy, viscous, heavy, black...
The pain had weight, his hands filemyfiles of the joints, legs gave way.
The pain had taste and smell - taste of vomiting of bile, the smell of blood.
She was real - and so avoidable.

Beren knew that if now hide in chains and howl, then nothing will change. But to fight and howl like the more, the more. Go crazy, scream, swear and Bang my head against the wall - anything but this chilly, silent waiting.

The best way to deceive the deceiver - remembered Beren - tell him the truth.

I'll leave you with what bothers you more: a memory and a conscience... I'll take your death of meaning, Beren.

- You're the worst and most miserable traitors, for his betrayal was not able to serve anyone. Finrod die and in his death you are guilty. Die elves - your fault. Trying to take a castle, you have killed many people without any benefit, and many more will die until the next sunset. New conquest Dorthonion will cost you countless victims, and it is also your merit. Truly, you turn into shit everything they touch. You can still save the last remaining, tell you how to cheat osunwa and the elves will live.
Perhaps Sauron could so to achieve something - then, for the first time destroys consciousness to its extreme of meanness was Berino new. But now its very despair is worn out - he was too tired. He survived all that, as he thought, impossible to survive, he walked through the abyss of humiliation through defeat and betrayal, the death of friends and loss of hope. He got his revenge. He was preparing to meet death. Sauron had nothing to scare him, and Sauron knew it.

You're even more regret... No, but tell me why? Why?!!! You'd have all the power, strength, freedom! You'd be the first King among men! Why did you betray? Why did you send everything down the drain? For this elf skirt? So you would get your own girl! You could take it only with a sword, because even with Silmarillon Thingol would not give it to you like you would not give the daughter to trala! She was a plaything, a momentary whim, tireless in bed stallion, which is not usual among polevogo-elves! She forgot you the next day after your leaving doryatha! Beren, you're a fool, you blew your only chance! Why?
- Sauron, you don't understand, ' moaned Beren. Boldog knew you wouldn't understand.
- Here is how? What don't I understand?
- You were born not from flesh and blood. If you're an Orc, if you had any mother would understand. And so - no. Do what was going. Soon I'll be free, and you ever want to die and cannot.

- The trouble is not that she wants to betray us, ' he said. - If it were so I would know what to do with it. The trouble is that she doesn't know what he wants. About some people say: "the soul of wax", but the wax still freezes in the same every minute, the new way your soul is. She says one thing, does another, thinks, third, etc calls it "be yourself".

And here Nargothrond was horrified at myself, remembering that mad death, for whom the king left the city, he kept his word; and the people of Nargothrond, once the king swearing allegiance - no. The king now languished in prison once they built the castle, and there was no one to come to the rescue. Ferringi, so much to talk about the safety of Nargothrond, has covered the city with shame and ran away to look for the elven maiden, which he intended to do as a rogue Mare - calm spell and make whoever you want. For Finrod, sheltered them after the defeat in Bragollach, they didn't want to lift a finger.

I... I was no one, nothing, the boy with the dead hamlets, I wanted to sell into slavery - and Beren took me in because I wanted to be a warrior. The Emperor... He didn't ask if I a high kind, and who I was before we broke bread, and his squire taught me to fight with swords, because I really do not know how! And you say they are arrogant and cold! He cried when I sang on the share of a mortal woman - and you say, they were frozen! Don't talk about things you don't understand!

The master made a mistake, and Boldog knew exactly where he was wrong. Lord smart Lord is wise - and so he does not understand what dealing with a madman. Madly in love with the elven girl. Insanely loyal to the elven king. The master thought for this love and for this devotion he can hold Bearinga as for the ring, threaded into the nostrils of the ox. It was clever; the trouble is that mad love and wild devotion is not something that the ordinary love and ordinary dedication...

Before meeting with the Emperor Findom we knew that human sacrifice is an abomination before the gods. Life cannot be sacrificed to the gods - except his. If something is more important to you life, for that you can sacrifice it to the gods.

- Come Back, Daeron. Find her before you find her Celegorm, get her back in your woods... Sing her songs and play his flute so that she forgot me. It was all in vain. I consoled myself with silly hopes, because a silly hope in the joy of mortals.
I don't understand, ' said the elf. - You don't love her anymore?
Beren lowered his hands and raised her face.
- I don't love her? Yes, as your tongue has turned. But... there is something more than love, Daeron. Is death.

I had no choice, and I have committed evil. Less than would have done, allowing them to stay or take part of the loot, but still evil. Remember: while man, to do evil, he understands what he is doing - he is still not completely gone. But when people start talking that good and evil do not exist or what each to himself thinks of what is good and evil - then everything, then the soul dies.