Author of quotes: Robin Hobb

Ah, dad, is our life easy? Only occasionally, honey. Only occasionally.

Time, you know, intertwined and entangled knots when you're blind and sit alone...

He is [Perfect] because we are used to see in people only the ability to inflict pain but not to test it. These happy characters have complete freedom to move and unable of their own accord to break my life.

She began to laugh. It hugged her captain. It embraced violent storm. It embraced this new life that Kenneth gave her.
- You're my storm, Kennit! she said. And added quietly, to myself, And when I ride on the wings of your winds, I even myself like to start...

In a sense, they really stayed in that position as the slaves, chained in cramped quarters. The same inability to hide one from the other even in dreams, even in my thoughts. No friendship will not sustain such a dense neighborhood forced...

"Love, alas, rests on material values and the right to dispose of them, she thought detachedly. - Family harmony, conjugal love... even love for me his daughter. People start to love you when you give up power in their favor. How funny..." really wasn't very funny. Since ceria discovered this truth, she became still love someone.

Think about your husband now would have been to call the cracked bell. Once his name sounded in her heart as a song, but now she did not even want to mentally pronounce it. Or to hear him say other.

Thanks to you, I almost remembered what it means to see. And not just different shapes, colors... there Was a time when I took pleasure in seeing.

- How beautiful! It's like... like... I don't think of something to compare!
- Some things are similar only to themselves, - he said softly. - Another beauty nothing can compare.

"When we're apart, / the light of dawn to me / touch of Your hands..." you Know these verses?
"I -" Etta breathed hesitantly. - This is an excerpt from a long poem... I never had time to study poetry...
- And you don't have to study what you already are.

Silent cry, dry the tears... She never raised an alarm. And not because he was afraid to attract the attention of snakes. Deprived of her voice loyalty and love.

We're like buds on the same tree. Yes, we grow, we are presenting themselves, but only as far as we allow our roots.

They had two even as a long history of shared experiences. Where is that warmth and tenderness that overwhelmed him when they were together? Doesn't make any sense...
And that terrifies you? she asked in a whisper.
- You're not the cause, he tried to explain. Just this feeling I feel... unnatural. Like it inspired me, not I exude. Something like a magic spell, he added reluctantly.

Every experience, may arbitrarily creepy, given to edify us. And while people remember about it, there is nothing that his spirit is not able to be overcome. The spirit is broken only when we stop believing and the universe appears to us chaotic jumble of cruelty and misfortune.