Words from books...(31)

If any honor existed in war, he concluded, it was in fighting to protect others from harm.

We are about to change history, said Saphira. We're thtowing ourselves off a cliff without knowing how deep the water below is. Ah, but what a glorious flight.

Eragon felt his breath catch - such a simple choice to balance a life on. And not only a life - a dragon, a king, an Empire!

Behind him lay his father's bones and everything he had known in life. Before him the jagged peaks piled high into the pale sky and blocked his way and his will. But he would not be denied. And he would not look back.

"Many sorrows exist in this world, and one of the greatest is being unable to help those in pain."

"Eragon, you are only a cripple if you consider yourself one. I understand how you feel, but you must remain optimistic, for a negative outlook is more of a handicap than any physical injury. I speak from personal experience."

Then Oromis made his first statement that Eragon thought was truly wise: "Those whom we love are often the most alien to us."

"By pursuing that which you love the most. When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it. A lesoon for you."

Things that change and are lost, that is what's worth preserving, he thought.

"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 are, until we’re reduced to creatures less than animals, creatures with a single desire and goal: escape. "

"How terrible," said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you."
Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can acompany you into the void...

The only certainty is that, eventually, all things shall pass.

No matter how great a warrior you were, as often as not, pure chance dictated who lived and who died in war.

It takes courage to admit you were wrong.

Eldest by Christopher Paolini

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