Author of quotes: Robin Hobb. Page 4

Yes, you are imperfect. So what? Stop to consider every mistake you make, a valid reason for the recognition of total defeat.

The white light is darkness incredible things, and they are all the shit real, that's just not their kind, and who has seen, and he does not want to believe.

Tormented by guilt - not to improve. It is only a symptom of the mistakes made.

The weakest because it is only necessary to go in search of his strength, and he will find her, and will become stronger!

The more plagued with thoughts of the possibility of defeat, the more likely it will suffer you.

Do not let the anxiety in his soul. Worrying about something you seemsthere of future sorrow, which may be, in reality you will bypass, and thus neglect the present, which to enjoy. The one who suffers in vain about the future, losing the present, and the future of their own poison, waiting for the bad ahead of time.

The house was to continue to exist or not. Somewhere must be a place with strong walls and once and for all established order.

- You see, somewhere legalized slavery, the bottom rung of social ladder becomes terribly slippery... Should start to measure human lives by money, and it turns out that this price is able to be reduced penny for penny until nothing will remain.

She looked at the man for so many years sharing a bed with her and was suddenly a complete stranger. As we would like her to pretend he never said that just said to me. Pretend he blurted out these words in a momentary impulse, that in fact they had nothing to do with his true feelings for her... Inside was empty. And cold. In a rush, not in a rush it's been said, does it matter?.. Now she saw that in reality Kyle haven was really is not what she used to be. She married and lived for years with a false image, not a live person. She simply invented a husband. Gentle, loving, giggly... for long periods of time away from home, for this is the craft of the sailor invented - and named him Kyle. And during his rare and short leave carefully turned a blind eye to any expression, isogashii its ideal. Each time, she was ready with a dozen explanations. "He's tired. He just returned from a long and difficult voyage. We become estranged from each other now and again... get used to it" And even now - after all he managed to pile up since the death of his father - she struggles trying to see all the amazing, invented image. Whereas the brutal truth was that he was this romantic image did not meet never. He was just a man. Just an ordinary man. No. He was even dumber than most of them.
In any case, he had the stupidity to believe that she was obliged to obey. Even in those things in which she did obviously better than him. And even when he wasn't home, in order to argue with her.
Cepii seemed as if she suddenly opened his eyes and saw a circle of a sunlight.
Why she had never before thought about it?..

I suddenly wanted to go back again to use each day. Time. I was imprisoned in it, in tiny piece of the present. All these "soon" and "tomorrow" were apparitions, ready at any moment to dissolve into nothingness. Intentions meant nothing. I have had nothing but "now".

- I've always believed, perhaps childishly, that nothing like that can happen to a person who follows the rules. After that, I felt... cheated. Stupid. Gullible. I thought that the ideals can protect me. Honor, courtesy, justice... they are not real, Fitz. We all trust them and trying to hide behind them as a shield. But they guard only from those who have the same shields. Against those who rejected them, they are powerless.

One thing I had grasped in his travels. The fact that one district cannot afford, for another - a thing absolutely normal. Fish, which bakkie we would not have to feed and the cat is considered a delicacy in the Inland Duchies. In some places water is a precious thing. In other the continuous flow of the river is annoying, and threatening dangers. Beautiful leather, pottery, glass, transparent as air, exotic flowers... All that I have seen in such huge quantities that the people who possessed it, did not feel rich.
So, magic in large quantities can also be commonplace. And then the object of fear and awe, it turns into material for road paving or signal poles. Such extravagance is staggering the alien.

Time is something invented by people for their own concern. If you want to catch, you have to hunt, that's all. You can't say hunt is too long, I just want to eat. All is one. Hunting is the beginning of the meal.
Why would you cut your life into pieces and give those pieces names? Hours, days. It's like a rabbit. If I killed a rabbit, I eat rabbit. When you get the rabbit, you cut it into pieces and call it bones, meat, fur and guts. And you can't get enough.
Stop whining and just do what you want.

Once when I was very young, I asked him did he ever lose a fight. He just tamed the skittish young horse and calmed him in the stall. Barric smiled, revealing large, like a wolf, teeth. Drops of sweat trickled down his cheeks. He answered me through the partition of the stall:
- Lose the fight? still panting he asked. - The battle is not over until you win, Fitz. It is very easy to remember. Regardless of what the other person believes. Or a horse.