Wind howled throught the night, carrying the scent that would change the world.
What a strange expression said the herbalist who would compare themselves to chopped liver in the first place? If you have to to choose an organ why not pick a gallbladder or a thymus gland instead? Much more interesting than a liver. Or what about chopped t-
That s the problem I ve been choosing male names. You are a she! [To Saphira, while trying to choose her name.]
If anything happens, I'm going to pin you to my back and never let you off." I love you too." - Saphira and Eragon
...even the donkeys were quiet.
Applied properly, it [logic] can overcome any lack of wisdom, which one only gains through age and experience.
All great fighting is the same, Eragon, even as all great warriors are the same. Past a certain point, it does not matter whether you wield a sword, a claw, a tooth or a tail. It is true, you must be capable with your weapon, but anyone with the time, and the inclination can acquire technical proficiency. To achieve greatness, though, that requires artistry. That requires imagination and thoughtfulness, and it is those qualities that the best warriors share, even if, on the surface, they appear completely different.
A hatchling, that is what you are. A hatchling struggling into the world. I may be younger than you in years, but I am ancient in my thoughts. Do not worry about these things. Find peace in where and what you are. People often know what must be done. All you need to do is show them the way — that is wisdom.
It got so that when he closed his eyes, letters and words danced in his mind. He thought of little else during that time.
I need no master to punish me in order to behave as I ought. If I did, I would be no more than a child who obeys his father's rules only because he fears the whip, and not because he actually means good.
Love can be a terrible curse, Eragon. It can make you overlook even the largest flaws in a person's behavior.
I'm not the person I once was. I have Thorn now, and... I'm not fighting for myself anymore....It makes a difference....I used to think you were a fool to keep risking your life as you have...I know better now. I understand...why. I understand...' His [Murtagh] eyes widened and his grimace relaxed, as if his pain was forgotten, and an inner light seemed to illuminate his features. 'I understand-we understand.
Don't defoul the air. It ill becomes you. - Oromis
It is better to be taught to think critically than to be told on what to believe.
Fight if you wish. Deny what is before you if it comforts you. But nothing you do can change your fate.
Do I look dead to you?!
You must be willing to protect yourself and what you cherish, no matter what the cost.
If I spent my time worrying about what other people would think of my work, I would be too self-conscious to write.
Sword, I name thee Brisingr! And with a sound of rushing wind the blade burst into flame, an envelope of sapphire-blue fire writhing about the razor-sharp steel.
You'll enjoy it. There is much you can learn from books and scrolls," said Jeod. He gestured at the walls. "These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life." "It sounds intriguing," admitted Eragon. "Always the scholar, aren't you?" asked Brom. Jeod shrugged. "Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile.
I took a bunch of pictures. You can see 'em on my MySpace page, along with my favorite songs and movies and things that other people have created but that I use to express my individualism.
I have a new name for pain. What's that? 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. A good name, then.
Kvetha, Shur'tugal Greetings, Dragon Rider
My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.
Heart broken-he felt a deep ache in his chest, like that of a sore muscle, and each beat of his heart pained him
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