Hessa Quotes

You... You make me want to be good, for you...

There was so many things I should have said, could have said, and sure as hell would have said if I had known my days in heaven were numbered. Had I know that I would be cast out so soon, I would have worshipped her the way she deserves.

Even in the midst of the inevitable tragedy that was our relationship, I would never take a second of it back. I wouldn't do it again, but I dont's regret a moment I spend with him

I don't know where to go, what to do next, but I do know that holding on to something that was never mine will only hurt more.

No se de que están hechas las almas. pero la mía y la suya son una sola.

Once you wear a mask for as long as she has, it’s nearly impossible to take it off. Either that, or she’s the one who feels invisible.

I'm taken, absolutely consumed, by seeing him again, thrown back into a world where I fought hard in and lost nearly every battle that was thrown my way, only to leave withouth the one thing that I was fighting for: him.

Sometimes it’s faith that people hold on to. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough, you can confide in someone else and trust them to pull you out of the pain before you dwell in it for too long. Pain is one of those hideous places that, once visited, you have to fight your way out, and even when you think you have escaped it, you find that it has permanently marked you. If you’re like me, you don’t have anyone to depend on, no one to take your hand and assure you that you’ll make it through this hell. Instead, you have to lace up your boots, grab your own hand, and pull yourself out.

I have my whole future planned. 'Had', my subconscious reminds me. I 'had' everything planned until I met Hardin and now my future is constantly changing and shifting.

Only the ideas that we actually live are of any value. You knew all along that your sanctioned world was only half the world and you tried to suppress the second half the same way the priests and teachers do. You won't succeed. No one succeeds in this once he has begun to think.

I felt like I was supposed to love him but I really didn’t, not in the way I love you at least. It wasn’t until I realized I loved you that I saw how different love was from what I thought it was

I wanted them to see me as an equal, and shut up about me having thin Thuvhesit skin.” Cisi snorted. “They clearly have never weathered a Hessa winter.

I guess we know how you earned your armor,” Isae said. “That’s where the armor comes from?” Cisi said. “I thought all that stuff about slaying beasts was just stupid Thuvhesit rumor.” “It’s not rumor,” he said. “It’s not really some story of triumph, in my case. It fell asleep and I killed it. I felt so bad about it afterward I marked it on my arm.” “Why did you do it?” Isae said. “If you didn’t want to, I mean.” “I wanted armor,” he said. “Not every Shotet earns that kind of armor, so it’s a kind of…status symbol. I wanted them to see me as an equal, and shut up about me having thin Thuvhesit skin.” Cisi snorted. “They clearly have never weathered a Hessa winter.

The invaders might come to Hessa,” Isae said. “Looking for me. We should leave as soon as possible and find Ori.” “‘We’?” he said. “I’m not taking the chancellor of Thuvhe to Ryzek Noavek, not with my fate as it is. That would really make me a traitor.” She eyed his marked arm. “If you aren’t already.” “Oh, shut up,” he snapped. She raised her eyebrows, but he went on. “You think you know exactly how I’ll meet my fate? You think you know what it means, better than I do?” “You claim to be loyal to Thuvhe, but you tell its chancellor to ‘shut up’?” There was a note of humor in her voice. “No, I told the woman in my kitchen asking for one hell of a favor to shut up,” he said. “I would never disrespect my chancellor that way, Your Highness.

She closed her eyes. I wondered if the future was something she could search, like the stars. Some people had mastery over their gifts, and some were simply servants to them—I had never stopped to wonder, before, which category the oracle of Hessa fell into.

Red Sister "We’re Giljohn’s children. The thought rolled across the smoothness of her mind as the Ancestor’s song grew louder. Sisters of the cage." Hessa had not feared dying. But Nona feared living without her. “The truth is a weapon and lies are a necessary shield.” "All the world and more has rushed eternity’s length to reach this beat of your heart, screaming down the years. And if you let it, the universe, without drawing breath, will press itself through this fractured second and race to the next, on into a new eternity. Everything that is, the echoes of everything that ever was, the roots of all that will ever be, must pass through this moment that you own. Your only task is to give it pause—to make it notice." "His older two were long grown, and little Sali would always be five." "It’s harder to forgive someone else your own sins than those uniquely theirs." “Those that burn short burn bright. The shortest lives can cast the longest shadows.” "The new picture didn’t erase the old—the bump was still a hole, but now it was a bump as well; the old lady was still a young one, but now she was old too. Clera was still her friend, and now an enemy also." “People always want to know things . . . until they hear them, and then it’s too late. Knowledge is a rug of a certain size, and the world is larger. It’s not what remains uncovered at the edges that should worry you, rather what is swept beneath.” Kettle sat with her head back against the bark, her face white as death, a tear running from the corner of her eye. “I can always reach her. A thousand miles wouldn’t matter.” She raised an arm, unsteady, and beneath it a shadow blacker than the night stretched out, reaching for infinity, as if the sun had fallen behind her. “It’s done. She knows I need her. She knows the direction.” “You swear it?” “I swear it.” “By the Ancestor?” “By the Ancestor.” The faintest echo of that grin. “And by the Hope, and the Missing Gods who echo in the tunnels, and by the gods too small for names who dance in buttercups and fall with the rain. Now go. For the love of all that’s holy, go. You wear me out, Nona. And I’ve got to concentrate on being alive. It would break her heart to get here and find me dead.” She drew a shallow breath. “They’re both in that direction. If you take it until you find some sort of trail there’s a good chance you’ll find Ara and the others on it. Try to travel with Ara and Zole. Tarkax may be able to protect you if the Noi-Guin track you from here.” Another shallow breath, snatched in over her pain. “Go! Now!” Nona came forward. She set her canteen in Kettle’s lap and kissed her icy forehead. Then she ran.

You are buying my freedom,” Hessa said. “You’re also buying a partner that is considerably more intelligent than you and will keep you from getting killed.

I have never been to Thuvhe, I confess,” Chezel says. “Is it as cold as they say?” “Colder than that,” I say. “Especially in Hessa, where I am from.” “Ah, Hessa,” he says. “‘The very heart of Thuvhe.’ Is that not what they call it?” He says the phrase--“the very heart of Thuvhe”--in labored, but accurate, Thuvhesit. I smile. “But you must know the rest of the quote?” He shakes his head. “‘Hessa is a land of ill-mannered, poorly groomed, inarticulate dirt-lovers who spit on their hands to wash them,’” I say. “‘Yet it is the very heart of Thuvhe.’” Chezel pauses for a tick, then lets out a loud guffaw. In the pause, I angle my head toward Isae to catch some of her conversation with Harth. Harth is offering condolences for the attack against Shissa. Asking for details. “Do you find that to be accurate?” Chezel asks me. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say airily. “Sometimes we use water to wash our hands, in the warmer months.” Chezel laughs again.

The very heart of Thuvhe.’ Is that not what they call it?” He says the phrase--“the very heart of Thuvhe”--in labored, but accurate, Thuvhesit. I smile. “But you must know the rest of the quote?” He shakes his head. “‘Hessa is a land of ill-mannered, poorly groomed, inarticulate dirt-lovers who spit on their hands to wash them,’” I say. “‘Yet it is the very heart of Thuvhe.

Hessa is a land of ill-mannered, poorly groomed, inarticulate dirt-lovers who spit on their hands to wash them,’” I say. “‘Yet it is the very heart of Thuvhe.’” Chezel pauses for a tick, then lets out a loud guffaw. In the pause, I angle my head toward Isae to catch some of her conversation with Harth. Harth is offering condolences for the attack against Shissa. Asking for details. “Do you find that to be accurate?” Chezel asks me. “Oh, I don’t know,” I say airily. “Sometimes we use water to wash our hands, in the warmer months.

By all reports, it may as well be a labyrinth for as much sense as its layout makes. You’d be hard-pressed to find a map of it, either,” Akos said. “But if you and your fighting force want to run around like a bunch of idiots, giving the oblates plenty of time to summon the whole army of Hessa--the best army in all of Thuvhe, I should add--then go right ahead.” “So the layout is nonsensical, there are no maps, and you just happen to know how to navigate it,” Lazmet said with a sneer. “How convenient.” “None of this is convenient,” Akos said, scowling. “You brought me here because you thought I had something useful to tell you about Hessa, and now I tell you I know something useful and you refuse to believe it?” Akos let out a short laugh.

Except now, there was nothing he could do except let down his currentgift shield so that Vakrez could poke his way into Akos’s heart. And what he would see there was pure intention, the desire to kill Lazmet unmistakable. Vakrez touched him, his hand cool and rough as always, and closed his eyes for a few ticks. Akos waited for the blow to fall, waited for the end of him. “So much clearer now,” Vakrez said. He opened his eyes, and looked to Lazmet. “All he wants is to escape.” Akos tried not to stare. It was a lie. Vakrez was lying for him. He didn’t dare look at the commander. He couldn’t afford to give himself away now. “Then, my boy,” Lazmet said to him, “it seems we have a deal. You take me to Hessa. And I’ll let you go home.” I’ll take you to my home ground, Akos thought, and that’s where you’ll die.

Tacked onto each girl’s name is the name of her father and her father’s father, and the family or tribal name, so Hessa becomes Hessa Salem Farhan Al-Nasser.