Pois eu tinha me esquecido de tanta luz que há no mundo, até você devolvê-la a mim.

To the Bullock RoserootWhat's the thought you thinkall your life long?It must be a great one,a solemn one, to make you gazethrough the world at it,all your life long.When you have to look aside from ityour eyes roll, you bellowin anger, anxiousto return to it, steadilyto gaze at it, think itall your life long.

Which of us saved the other from the Labyrinth, Ged?

What you love, you will love. What you undertake you will complete. You are a fulfiller of hope; you are to be relied on. But seventeen years give little armor against despair…Consider, Arren. To refuse death is to refuse life.

The unexpected is what makes life possible

Why are my sons followed thus by darkness?'...'Because they were born in the house of flesh, therefore death follows at their heels.

One keeps oneself neat out of mere decency mere sanity, awareness of other people. And finally even that goes, and one dribbles unashamed.

What is life without incompatible realities?

He is the earth and sunlight, the leaves of trees, the eagle's flight. He is alive. And all who ever died, live; they are reborn and have no end, nor will there ever be an end.