Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.
I am sorry,' he whispers. 'I am sorry I treated you so ill. I thought only to protect Duval.' 'It was not I who was poisoning him,' I say. 'No, but you had stolen his heart and I was afraid you would rip it from his chest when you left.
There is no shame in scars, Ismae.
God's Teeth,' he says. 'I was only trying to wake you. You were crying out in your sleep.' 'I was not,' I say, then look from his neck to my knife. 'When I tried to wake you, you stabbed me.' He sounds sore put out. and I cannot blame him.
... true faith never comes without anguish.
So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.
I pause at the door, wishing I could find a corner and sleep until my head clears, but the sailor said the abbess is expecting me, and while I do not know much about abbesses, I suspect they are not fond of waiting.
I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don't know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she's a crack shot herself. But she says I'm too young. What I'd like to know is how old does a person have to be before they get to do all the fun stuff?
... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.
It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.
The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.
However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.
Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.
The pain of hope dying is worse than his fists and boots.
The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.
You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.
We are all of us, gods and mortals, made up of many pieces, some of them broken, some of them scarred, but none of them the total sum of who we are.
I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.
It takes a surprising amount of courage to place one's hand into an unseen area when your mind is thinking about vermin.
If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.
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