Maria Quotes

Don’t worry," I said. "These men are good. They’re going to heal the world.

You could change into a goat and it would still apply.

You’ve only had a small glimpse of how insufferable and annoying I can be. As the older brother, it’s my birthright.

It's the effort, not the results that matter.

Ah, Kerry. You've found your heart. Who is she?" ... "A healer, but she's... gone.

It’s your fault. I was defending you!” I blurted. He paused. “In protecting my honor, you exposed months of work. I should be flattered?

Here we go. Kerrick was as subtle as a thunderstorm.

It had been wishful thinking, plain and simple, dangerous for me to indulge in. Hope, happiness and freedom were not in my future.

I gave him a bored look. I had been threatened many times before and had learned that the men who didn’t make verbal threats were the most dangerous.

Before he turned away, I asked, 'What do you need?' 'I need you. I need to give you a proper kiss. I need you to be my mate.

No," I said. "I'm not safe, Belen. Who is going to tear Kerrick's arm off if he hits me again? Come on," I urged. "Stay with us".

And clay-caked clothes are so last year.

Nice Kerrick was scarier than Mean Kerrick.

"Another relative?" Valek asked. A broad smile stretched Moon Man's lips. "Yes. I am her mother's uncle's wife's third cousin."

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

Some Queen of the Pipes, I thought. I'd believed I was better than a mindless drone. But I was the mindless one, hiding away. Even now I referred to them as if I didn't belong.

Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.

Bad dreams are ghosts of our fears and worries, haunting us while we sleep. I doubt Valek is in trouble.

Many have tried to kill us. All have failed. -Valek

I wanted to dissolve into the floor, mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to be. No complicated promises, no worries and no feelings.

Pretty stupid,” I called after his retreating form. “To give up before all possible solutions have been tried.

Reviewing our fight, I asked Janco, “Why do you rhyme when you fight?

For the first time, I was the center of attention. Everyone watched me as if I were a bomb. Would I explode and cause a disaster or would I pop and cause a miracle?

My mind’s screaming went unvoiced. Logic grabbed the panic and wrestled it to the ground.

What have I earned from you, Valek? Loyalty? Respect? Trust?" "You have my attention. But give me what I want, and you can have everything.

Every person has the latent ability to read minds and influence the physical world without touching it, but they don't have the ability to connect with the power source.

Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. “I’m sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldn’t get out without hurting someone.

Don't drag the engine, like an ignoramus, but bring wood and water and flame, like an engineer.

I am the rest between two notes which are somehow always in discord.

The future must enter you long before it happens.

There is time only to work slowly There is no time not to love

I believe that nothing that is real can pass away.

But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is-solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves.

If no one else, the dying must notice how unreal, how full of pretense, is all that we accomplish here, where nothing is allowed to be itself.

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.

You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.

Nothing touches a work of art so little as criticism.

That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular, and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

I don't want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

So this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.

Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable.

To be an artist means not to compute or count.

You must change your life.

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

Go into yourself. Dig into yourself for a deep answer

Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you.

Love the questions, themselves.

We are the bees of the invisible. We madly gather the honey of the visible to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.