Lirin Quotes

We need both heart and mind," Lirin said. "The heart might provide the purpose, but the head provides the method, the path. Passion is nothing without a plan. Wanting something doesn't make it happen.

But sir, do you know why I get up each day?” Lirin shook his head. “It’s hard sometimes,” Noril said, stirring. “Coming awake means leaving the nothingness, you know? Remembering the pain. But then I think, ‘Well, he gets up.’” “You mean Kaladin?” Lirin asked. “Yes, sir,” Noril said. “He’s got the emptiness, bad as I do. I can see it in him. We all can. But he gets up anyway. We’re trapped in here, and we all want to do something to help. We can’t, but somehow he can. “And you know, I’ve listened to ardents talk. I’ve been poked and prodded. I’ve been stuck in the dark. None of that worked as well as knowing this one thing, sir. He still gets up. He still fights. So I figure … I figure I can too.” (less)

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In any case, maybe we should let Kal show us on to the prepared rooms. He’s obviously excited.” “How can you tell?” Syl asked. “I don’t think he ever gets excited. Not even when I tell him I have a fun surprise for him.” “Your surprises,” Kaladin said, “are never fun.” “I put a rat in his boot,” Syl whispered. “It took me forever. I can’t lift something so heavy, so I had to lead it with food.” “Why in the Stormfather’s name,” Lirin said, “would you put a rat in his boot?” “Because it fit so well!” Syl said. “How can you not see how great the idea was?” “Lirin surgically removed his sense of humor,” Hesina said. “Got good money for it on the open market too,” Lirin said. Hesina leaned in close to Syl. “He replaced it with a clock, which he uses to monitor exactly how much time everyone else wastes with their silly emotions.” (less)

Storms. Was that how close they’d come? “Cutting it a little tight, don’t you think, son?” “A surgeon must be timely and precise.” “This is timely?” Lirin said. “Well, you do hate it when people waste time,” Kaladin said, grinning.

Lirin sighed, rounding the steps, sitting down beside his son. “Kal, this happens. It’s unfortunate, but you couldn’t have done more. That little body lost blood too quickly.” Kal didn’t reply. “You have to learn when to care, son,” Lirin said softly. “And when to let go. You’ll see. I had similar problems when I was younger. You’ll grow calluses.” And this is a good thing? Kal thought, another tear trickling down his cheek. You have to learn when to care … and when to let go. … In the distance, Harl continued to wail.

They do it because Roshone is unappeasable.” Kal frowned. Was that the wine talking? Kal’s father turned, his eyes reflecting pure Stormlight. In those eyes, Kal saw a surprising lucidity. He wasn’t so drunk after all. “Brightlord Wistiow let men do as they wished. And so they ignored him. Roshone lets them know he finds them contemptible. And so they scramble to please him.” “That makes no sense,” Kal said. “It is the way of things,” Lirin said, playing with one of the spheres on the table, rolling it beneath his finger. “You’ll have to learn this, Kal. When men perceive the world as being right, we are content. But if we see a hole—a deficiency—we scramble to fill it.

That smile forced back the gloom, made the aches and soreness fade. Kaladin’s father had described that kind of smile. Those smiles weren’t why Lirin had become a surgeon, but they were why he’d remained one.

What’s the matter, Yer Ladyship?” “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered, hating herself for the admission of weakness. “O’ course you can, darlin’. Just take your time.” “I’m Lirin—” The Firbolg giant chuckled. “’Ey, don’t remind me. Oi ain’t eaten recently.

What’s the matter, Yer Ladyship?” “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered, hating herself for the admission of weakness. “O’ course you can, darlin’. Just take your time.” “I’m Lirin—” The Firbolg giant chuckled. “’Ey, don’t remind me. Oi ain’t eaten recently.” ========== The Symphony of Ages (Haydon, Elizabeth) - Your Highlight on Location 2224-2225 | Added on Friday, February 20, 2015 6:55:03 PM

—Te pondrás bien, pero no podrás caminar durante unas cuantas semanas. Te traeré alimentos del comedor. —Gracias —susurró Hobber, cogiendo la mano de Kaladin y agarrándola. Parecía estar llorando. Aquella sonrisa desterró la tristeza, hizo que los dolores y el malestar remitieran. El padre de Kaladin le había descrito ese tipo de sonrisa. Lirin no se había convertido en cirujano por aquellas sonrisas, pero había seguido siéndolo por ellas.

—No puede llevarte —dijo su padre—. Pertenecemos al segundo nahn y proporcionamos una función esencial al pueblo. Yo, como cirujano, tú como mi único aprendiz. Por ley, estamos exentos del reclutamiento. Roshone lo sabe. —Habrin, hijo de Arafik —continuó Alaxia—. Jorna, hijo de Loats —hizo una pausa, y entonces alzó la cabeza—. Tien, hijo de Lirin. El silencio se extendió por la plaza. Incluso la lluvia pareció vacilar durante un instante. Entonces, todos los ojos se volvieron hacia Tien. El muchacho parecía aturdido. Lirin era inmune como cirujano del pueblo, y Kaladin como aprendiz suyo. Pero Tien no. Era tercer aprendiz de carpintero, no era vital, no era inmune. Hesina se agarró a Tien con fuerza. —¡No!

—¡Padre! —dijo Kaladin, volviéndose, sorprendido ante lo confiado que se sentía. Lirin se detuvo, de pie bajo la lluvia, un pie en un charco donde los lluviaspren se arremolinaban. Se alejaron de él como babosas verticales. —Dentro de cuatro años, lo traeré sano y salvo a casa —dijo Kaladin—. Prometo por las tormentas y el décimo nombre del mismísimo Todopoderoso. Lo traeré de vuelta. «Prometo...»

—Trabajo bajo tres directrices, Roshone —dijo Lirin, obligando al ojos claros a tenderse en la mesa—. Las directrices que sigue todo cirujano cuando tiene que elegir entre dos pacientes. Si las heridas son iguales, trata al más joven primero. —¡Entonces atiende a mi hijo! —Si las heridas no son igualmente amenazantes —continuó Lirin—, trata primero al que esté peor. —¡Es lo que te estoy diciendo! —La tercera directriz las supera a ambas, Roshone —dijo Lirin, inclinándose—. Un cirujano debe saber cuando alguien está más allá de su capacidad de ayuda. Lo siento, Roshone. Lo salvaría si pudiera, te lo prometo. Pero no puedo. —¡No! —dijo Roshone, debatiéndose de nuevo.

We need both heart and mind,” Lirin said. “The heart might provide the purpose, but the head provides the method, the path. Passion is nothing without a plan. Wanting something doesn’t make it happen.

Singer, Lirin told himself. Not parshwoman. Use the right term even in your head, so you don’t slip when speaking.

—Alguien tiene que empezar. Alguien tiene que dar un paso al frente y hacer lo que es justo, porque es justo. Si nadie empieza, los demás no pueden seguirlo. -Lirin

—Lee los primeros cuatro nombres, Alaxia —dijo Roshone—, y el último. Alaxia miró su lista y habló con voz seca. —Agil, hijo de Marf. Caull, hijo de Taleb. Kaladin miró a Lirin con aprensión. —No puede llevarte —dijo su padre—. Pertenecemos al segundo nahn y proporcionamos una función esencial al pueblo. Yo, como cirujano, tú como mi único aprendiz. Por ley, estamos exentos del reclutamiento. Roshone lo sabe. —Habrin, hijo de Arafik —continuó Alaxia—. Jorna, hijo de Loats —hizo una pausa, y entonces alzó la cabeza—. Tien, hijo de Lirin.

La piedra no se ablanda con el tiempo, querida —respondió Lirin—. Solo se vuelve frágil.

Kaladin's father had once laughed at his son's desire to go to war. Indeed, now that Kaladin had decided he would become a surgeon on his own terms, his thoughts and actions of earlier years seemed childish to him. But Lirin thought Kaladin incapable of killing. You can hardly step on a cremling without feeling guilty, son, he'd said. Ramming your spear into a man would be nowhere as easy as you seem to think. But his father was wrong. It was a stunning, frightening revelation. This wasn't idle fancy or daydreaming about the glory of battle. This was real. At that moment, Kaladin knew he could kill, if he needed to. Some people - like a festering finger or a leg shattered beyond repair - just needed to be removed.