228 Quotes About Beautiful-writing

May God redeem mankind.

Other than this, the room was entirely still, as if such a grand clock had stolen even the time it took for a dustmote to float across a sunbeam, needing every minute, every second it could find.

A land of brass and steel and clockwork, of steam airships, cogs that turned and wheels that spun.

For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on.

If a soul could leave the body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

Their lives have a size and a shape now. Estha has his and Rahel hers.Edges, Borders, Boundaries, Brinks and Limits have appeared like a team of trolls on their separate horizons. Short creatures with long shadows, patrolling the Blurry End. Gentle half-moons have gathered under their eyes and they are as old as Ammu was when she died. Thirty-one. Not old.Not young.But a viable die-able age.

Across the nations the stories spread like spiderweb laid upon spiderweb, and men and women planned the future, believing they knew truth. They planned, and the Pattern absorbed their plans, weaving toward the future foretold.

Goodness can't be bought, but only be garnered from a good atmosphere.

And I howled at that swarm and the crops and the sky, and the stars should have quit because there weren't no reason to be shining.