Inadequate Heir Quotes

A lifetime wouldn't be enough. Eternity wouldn't be enough. Not when I want to map every star in the sky with you in my arms.

No one can predict the future, Your Grace. Fate favors the strong. God rewards the good. And the stars never abandon those who dream of more.

Peace is like a dance. It only works if both partners are listening to the same music.

Matters of the heart do not bow to logic or reason. Anyone who does not understand that has either never lived or is devoid of a heart themselves.

If there are words for how I feel about you, I’ve never heard them. Never seen them written in any of the thousands of books I’ve read.

Who calls at Habetrot's chamber?' comes a whispery voice. Oak raises his eyebrows at me, as though he intends me to answer. Fine, if that's what he wants. 'Suren, whose garb has been deemed inadequate by an obnoxious prince, despite the fact I've seen people go naked to revels.' Rather than be insulted, Oak laughs delightedly.

All the books didn't disappear from the world because your young self decided to abandon them. They are still waiting for you.

I do want to remake the world so that I can be with you. So that I can get down on my knees and ask you to be my wife. So that I can put a crown on your head and make you my queen. So I can build a shrine and worship you as my goddess. I want all of these things, yet I face a future with none of them, and I don't know whether I want to fall on my own blade or burn everything to ash because I do not want to let you go.

Perhaps there is some higher power that knows which stars we need to see when we look up, which stories we need to hear. That knows which constellations will lure us to travel the world so that we might see them with our eyes, adding them to the map of sparks in our minds.

Fate favors the strong. God rewards the good. And the stars never abandon those who dream of more.

I love you, Valcotta. I will have you or I will have no one, because where you go, my heart goes with you.

If one only knows one’s own mind on things, does one really know anything at all?

If you truly believe in something, you should be willing to suffer for it

There is nothing I wouldn’t give you,” he said softly. “Nothing I wouldn’t do for you.

Then kill me now. He was across the room in a flash, scooping up a fallen dagger as he went, forcing it into her hand. Gripping her fingers tight over the hilt and then pressing it to his throat. Do it," he repeated azure eyes liquid bright. "But know that my father will lift a cup of wine in your honor for ridding him of me.

Because watching you jump was the most terrifying moment of my life.” And before she could answer, his lips descended on hers.

I hope your horse is faster than you are.” The girl stretched up to kiss his cheek. “Good day to you, brother. You may leave now.

Peace is like a dance,” he said softly. “It only works if both partners are listening to the same music.

I couldn't be the child that they had loved. Not after everything that happened to me. Not after learning that I am made of sticks and snow.

It is impossible to pretend that you are not heir to, and therefore, however inadequately or unwillingly, responsible to, and for, the time and place that give you life. —James Baldwin

Walk faster, Keris.” “Then I’ll be too winded to give our guest a proper tour of our home. What will Auntie Coralyn say?” “Horses don’t talk,” the girl declared. “I will give the tour.

I’d fallen for you before I knew your name. You are everything I can never be. You are powerful and strong and brave. You make me believe I can be better. You give me hope. You are my hope.

Where would you go?” she asked. “If you could?” Always, the answer had been somewhere, anywhere, other than where he was. To escape. But that had changed. “If I had the choice to be anywhere in the world, I would choose right here.

It's easy to want change, but far more difficult to find ways to achieve it. And impossible to achieve it when those in power want the status quo, which is why I dream no further than finding a way to extract myself from these circumstances.

The second project is in the field of metaphysics: with the aim of showing that, in the words of Professor H. M. Tooten, “evolution is a hoax”, Olivier Gratiolet has undertaken an exhaustive inventory of all the imperfections and inadequacies to which the human organism is heir: vertical posture, for example, gives man only a precarious balance: muscular tension alone keeps him upright, thus causing constant fatigue and discomfort in the spinal column, which, although sixteen times stronger than it would have been were it straight, does not allow man to carry a meaningful weight on his back; feet ought to be broader, more spread out, more specifically suited to locomotion, whereas what he has are only atrophied hands deprived of prehensile ability; legs are not sturdy enough to bear the body’s weight, which makes them bend, and moreover they are a strain on the heart, which has to pump blood about three feet up, whence come swollen feet, varicose veins, etc.; hip joints are fragile and constantly prone to arthrosis or serious fractures; arms are atrophied and too slender; hands are frail, especially the little finger, which has no use, the stomach has no protection whatsoever, no more than the genitals do; the neck is rigid and limits rotation of the head, the teeth do not allow food to be grasped from the sides, the sense of smell is virtually nil, night vision is less than mediocre, hearing is very inadequate; man’s hairless and unfurred body affords no protection against cold, and, in sum, of all the animals of creation, man, who is generally considered the ultimate fruit of evolution, is the most naked of all.

Work that probably involved torturing the King of Ithicana, but Aren Kertell was not Keris’s primary concern. “As you like.” He poured the spymaster his water and wine for himself, then settled back at his desk. Serin perched on the seat across from him

It’s not enough.” His hand slid down her back, curving over her ass and jerking her closer. “A lifetime wouldn’t be enough. Eternity wouldn’t be enough. Not when I want to map every star in the sky with you in my arms.

Back and forth and back and forth, and all it yields is corpses, their children growing up with hate in their hearts to take up weapons and continue the cycle anew.

Someone has to take the blame, and I won’t let it be him.” The old harem wife shoved at her. “Tell Keris I love him.

King Aren Kertell is here. And the Maridrinian woman is with him.

I love you,” she said. “I will always love you.” Then she let go.

I take back everything I said about missing you,” Aren answered, though Zarrah noticed the fondness in his gaze as the older man departed.

A lifetime wouldn’t be enough. Eternity wouldn’t be enough. Not when I want to map every star in the sky with you in my arms.

There were several women in her company.” His face was filled with disgust. “All of them dressed like men.” “Repugnant practice,” one of the generals muttered, another pounding his fist against the table, declaring, “It’s unnatural.

I do want to remake the world so that I can be with you. So that I can get down on my knees and ask you to be my wife. So that I can put a crown on your head and make you my queen. So I can build a shrine and worship you as my goddess. I want all of these things, yet I face a future with none of them, and I don’t know whether I want to fall on my own blade or burn everything to ash because I do not want to let you go.

He’s beautiful,” she said, an inadequate response in comparison to the strange lurch she felt in her belly. The eyes of the portrait seemed to stare right into her: “He looks sad.” “That was painted just before he went to Magrast for the first time. He wasn’t happy about leaving home.

The only thing that can be said with certainty is that an emperor and a king long dead both wanted this land and had too much pride in their hearts to split it down the middle. And though thousands have died to claim it, Nerastis sits in ruins and much of the land around it fallow. Anyone who thinks it is honorable to continue such a fight is a goddamned fool.” Zarrah jerked, hand going to her weapon as fury rose in her heart. “If you had any concept of what your people have done to mine, the number of orphans they’ve left in their wakes, you’d⁠—” “I do understand, because your people have done the same to mine. And you must take a hard look at yourself if you think a child of Maridrina is worth less only because they don’t bend the knee to the same crown.” He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Back and forth and back and forth, and all it yields is corpses, their children growing up with hate in their hearts to take up weapons and continue the cycle anew.” His words were too close, too personal, though he couldn’t possibly know the truth. “What would you have us do? What other solution is there but to fight?” Silence. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “It’s easy to want change, but far more difficult to find ways to achieve it. And impossible to achieve it when those in power want the status quo,

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