166 Quotes by Robert Jackson Bennett

I never saw a country before,” says the robed man. “All I saw was the earth under my feet.

I wonder, sometimes: are we truly one thing, one being, or many, many different things, simply dreaming they are one?

The city knows. It remembers. Its past is written in its bones, though the past now speaks in silences.

The Divine may have created many hells”, he says, “but I think they pale beside what men create for themselves.

The soul might be within the eyes, but the subconscious, the matter of their behavior; that is in the hands. Watch a man’s hands, and you watch his heart.

The word everyone forgets is ‘serve’... Yes. Serve. This is the service, and we soldiers are servants. Sure, when people think of a soldier, they think of soldiers taking. They think of us taking territory, taking the enemy, taking the city or a country, taking treasure, or blood. This grand, abstract idea of ‘taking,’ as if we were pirates, swaggering and brandishing our weapons, bullying and intimidating people. But a solider, a true soldier, I think, does not take. A soldier gives.

Old texts say many things. You say these things as though they are special – as if it is unusual for one person to see another in pain, and wish to help. As if, he says quietly, to do the extraordinary – or what you think is extraordinary – a person must be told to do so, by the Divine.

Deaths of all kinds echo on. And sometimes, it seems, they drown out all of life.

A people believe in a god’ – she completes the circle -′ and the god tells them what to believe. It’s a cycle, like water flowing into the ocean, then up to the skies, and into rain, which falls and flows into the ocean. But it is different in that ideas have weight. They have momentum. Once an idea starts, it spreads and grows and gets heavier and heavier until it can’t be resisted, even by the Divine.