What comes out of one mouth goes into a hundred others.
Examine what is said, not him who speaks.
What nectar can be drunk with the ears? Good advice.
What you give to others bears fruit for yourself.
Discretion is a way of hiding what you cannot help.
Even the devil knows what is right, but he will not do it.
What breaks in a moment may take years to mend.
Do what you want, but make sure you are first.
If one soldier knew what the other thinks, there would be no war.
What you save is, later, like something found.
I know precisely what honor is, Heracles. Honor is the artifice kings sell the peasants’ sons so that they may fight and die without pay. Honor is what drives a peaceful man to bloody vengeance. Honor is what drove the Celts to behead the children ...
There is too much pain in the world,in all shapes and forms.That is what these people represent.Pain from losing their homes,the death of a loved one,failing an exam,having a leg amputated,not getting a resident permit after years of hoping for a bet...
I nodded very slowly. “You’re right. Everyone knows my weakness. It’s not really a secret. But what most don’t get is that she’s also what keeps me strong. She’s what keeps me fighting. I’ve killed for her and I’ll do it again. In a h...
You can always tell duty. It's what you don't want to do--it's what you fight against inside you. Duty's when you realize how it'll hurt other people and you choose between that and what would be easiest for you.
...if it was scandalous for girls in the 1960s to wear pants to school, what else will we look back on & shake our heads at? What else can't we see in the future? And at that, what else can we dream up?
I don't know if what I'm seeing are worms, or where they come from, or what they might be if they're worms, or whether I want them to be worms or not, or what I have to believe about this woman if they aren't worms, or about the world or human bodies...
If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling...
Nothin's what it seems, drow!" Bruenor declared. "Nothin'! Ye try to follow what ye know, ye know? But then ye find that ye know not what ye thought ye knowed! Thought a dog'd be tastin' good - looked good enough - but now me belly's cursing me every...
In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete Drawn only to be washed away For the time that I've been given I am what I am
Who are we if not the stories we pass down? What happens when there's no one left to tell those stories? To hear them? Who will ever know that I existed? What if we are the only ones left -- who will know our stories then? Who will remember those?
Do you know what Hell is? ...No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.
