727 Quotes by Robin Hobb

The death of Nighteyes gutted me. I walked wounded through my life in the days that followed, unaware of just how mutilated I was. I was like the man who complains of the itching of his severed leg. The itching distracts from the immense knowledge that one will forever after hobble through life.

As if he hadn't always known he was loved the best. That he was the Beloved.

And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. Beloved.He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.

This was misery that could not yield, for he sorrowed for a time he could not return to, and a self he would never again be.

There are few things so tender as a man's dignity.

As much as I had always longed to be freed of my duties and obligations, being released from such bonds was as much a severing as an emancipation.