Mighty Nein Quotes

Pain doesn't make people, it's love that makes people.

To go forth," he said softly. "That is the mandate of the soul.

There is no more wisdom in order than in chaos.

I have a black thumb,” replied Lucien. He stopped himself from shrugging again. “And I’ve never been fond of children. How are their little hands always so disgusting?

Deep in the rabbit warrens of the ruins, a gong sounded.

The bearded mercenary snorted. “You can certainly try.

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I often feel like a failure and a success within the same hour.

There is always suffering you cannot see.

Every time I lose someone it's like a door or a window shutting in a house. One by one," she said, snapping the sack taut again, "it all goes dark.

They met a bad end, and they are better remembered how they were, before broken hearts made more broken things.

He dreamed He dreamed He dreamed of a red basin, a collapsed and hollow place And from that misshapen bowl came a blank white face It had no hair to comb Possessed no mouth to lie Its one and only feature was a single crimson eye "The world is yours," it somehow said. "We gladly give it thee." "How will I take it? What will it cost?" "There are no answers for thee." "How will I take it? What will it cost?" "Pain and pain and pain. A dear price for a man, A pittance to a King And nothing to a God, cosmically ordained." "Am I God or King?" he asked. "Long may you reign.

Some people think that Death means a rebirth. Something must end for something new to begin.

You are a wounded soul, Lucien. Fractured. Any world you create will bear those scars, too." "Well then, if that be true, let the world hurt as I hurt.

He sighed. “I’ve been naked with plenty of men, though none so vexatious as you.” Sounds like you fucked boring people, but that tracks.

The Mighty Nein are trying to locate you—” “The what?” he interrupted. “The Mighty Nein, that’s what they call themselves.” “Are there nine of them?” “N-No…” Lucien nodded stiffly. “Ridiculous name.

The following is not for the faint of heart.

He wanted to know gratitude, and perhaps even patience, but instead he found himself bored.

There was a time in his childhood when he knew the dignity of warmth, family, home-and while the taste of it lingered bitter in his mouth, it was at least a taste of something.

The crows above cawed after them, and Lucien chose to take it as a rallying cry.

He felt hunched and hunted, aware now of every creak of wood, sigh of wind, and birdcall. A whistling, strangled squawk sounded from down the path, and then another. Lucien glanced over his shoulder, but there was little to see but shadows.

An idea, birthed from pure desperation, gripped him, and though sense and reason rebelled, wild panic took hold.

Gentler, sweeter birdsong and that bubbling, running water promised an oasis, but Lucien knew better.

He had cast this die: it was already rolling.

Intentional, of course, as everything she did was intentional.

Death is how we nurture life, Caduceus.' 'Then how come it hurts?' 'Because you loved them. Do you regret that love?

Even when we didn't know how to say it, there was love. Yes. I did. It was.