How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you."
It is a better world. A place where we ate responsible for our actions, where we can be kind to one another because we want to and becauseit is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment.
We only give credence to that which we can prove exists. Since we cannot find evidence that gods, miracles, and other supernatural things are real, we do not trouble ourselves about them. If that were to change, if Helzvog were to reveal himself to u...
Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.
Shall we dance,friend of my heart?" We shall, little one.
Yes it is" Eragon said before his courage left him "just like you
It’s better to be sworn to an honest fool than to a lying scholar
If any honor existed in war, it was in fighting to protect others from harm
Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.
(...)best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!
... Left weaponless, Roran was forced to retreat before the remaining soldier. He stumbled over a corpse, cutting his calf on a sword as he fell, and rolled to avoid a two-handed blow from the soldier, scrabbling frantically in the ankle-deep mud for...
When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.
Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.
If I have become my father, then I shall have my father's blade. Thorn is my dragon, and a thorn he shall be to all enemies. It is only right, then, that I should wield the sword, misery. Misery and Thorn, a fit match. Besides, Zar'roc should have go...
I have a new name for pain. The Obliterator. Because when you’re in pain, nothing else can exist. Not thought. Not emotion. Only the drive to escape the pain. When it’s strong enough, the Obliterator strips us of everything that makes us who we a...
At that instant, Eragon's back ruptured in an explosion of agony so intense he experienced it with all five senses: as a deafening waterfall of sound; a metallic taste that coated his tongue; an acrid eye-watering stench in his nostrils, redolent of ...
They may fight with us, but they don't fight for us.
Understanding begets empathy and compassion even for the meanest beggar - Oromis
