Myke Quotes

That love is worth it. It is worth any hardship, it is worth illness. It is worth injury. It is worth isolation. It is even worth death. For life without love is only a shadow of life.

...while your thoughts are your own, the words you let pass your lips belong to the world, and the world will not always take the meaning you intended.

Fear isn’t the mind killer. It is fathoms deep and miles wide, more intri­cate than the pat­tern on a fine Per­sian rug. I will not “master my fear.” I am a thinking man who knows it’s not a thing that could ever be mas­tered. I will instead seek to under­stand it, to embrace it, to know how it lifts me up and how it holds me back.

When you cannot have a thing, sometimes you hunger for it anyway. The closeness of it, the taste of it, the feel of its heat. It is a pale reflection of the truth, but a reflection is better than darkness.

Hell is a word men use in place of fear.

Fear is a deadly thing, Heloise. It can drain a person of all their strength, make them weak before their enemies.

Freedom is...it's like a mountain. Impossibly high, impossibly steep.

There are those who wish to possess love utterly, to own it not just for themselves, but for all. Do you know how they possess it, Heloise? They own it by defining it. They say 'love is this' and 'love is that' and when others say it is something else, they imprison them, or flog them. Sometimes they kill them. My love was a thing outside the circle they had drawn.

Myke insists on talking to me, despite having no verifiable interest in me as a person at all. I am playing a game with myself where I see how many questions I can ask him until he asks me one in return. So far, I'm at nine. It is like putting coins in a slot machine with no hope of ever getting a prize.

This was the thing about religious types she hated so much. They never missed a chance to proselytize. No tragedy was sacred, no setback off-limits. They would solemnly enter your private space, regal and pompous as crows, full is righteous self-importance. Then, when she was at her weakest, they would tell her why the unacceptable was acceptable, why it was okay that she'd lost the love of her life because an invisible man in the sly (and it was always a man, wasn't it?) had willed it.

You have the heart of a Palantine,” Samson said. “And the bladder of an old man.

Not all can be so brave, and if you expect them to be, they will fail you again and again.

It is easy to mistake fleeing for traveling. There are many among us who would prefer to run no longer.

Did we have to do it? She asked. “No,” he answered, his voice breaking, tears falling into his beard to turn the flakes of ash to gray slush. “No, child. We didnt.”... He took a deep break then spoke again. “And making us complicit means we will never call them to account for the crime.

Never be sorry for loving, Heloise. No matter who it is, no matter how it is done, no matter how the person you love receives it. Love is the greatest thing a person can do. Most go their entire lives knowing only ritual and obligation, mistaking it for love. But you have loved truly, as few can ever hope to do, and so young.

And a lot of soldiering wasn't found in any manual. No chapter laid out how to be valorous, or honorable. No text ever told him that on the battlefield, saving lives was every bit as important as taking them. But he'd learned it just the same.

A novel is a group effort for which one person gets all the credit.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.” Meaning? “If you have it, eventually you’re going to use it, just because you can. Otherwise, you eat yourself alive. And weapons are built to do one thing.

A sword never kills anyone. It is a tool in the hand of a killer. Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Letter LXXXVII

There is absolutely no indication that, faced with the need to learn more effective methods of siege warfare, the Spartans adapted.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast. I do the job right, or I don't do it.

of all subsequent life on land. The word mycorrhiza has it right. Roots (rhiza) followed fungi (mykes) into being.

Når jeg ser små barn, merker jeg ikke noe til denne myke morsfølelsen, kjenner bare sur lukt, ser for meg deres endeløse kravling, hovne gummer, våte smekker, klissete kinn, en rød hake, kaldt sikkel på en hake.

It is the very last inch of us, she said of integrity, but within that inch we are free.

Do not grieve. Let the branches do as the root commands. You are a warrior.

If you have to get shot, CO2 laser is a pretty good thing to get shot with.

You’ll have to be my XO for now. You like that idea?” Chief arched an eyebrow. “No, ma’am.” “Welp,” Oliver said, “if you wanted options, you wouldn’t have joined the military. Let’s get this show on the road, XO!” “Aye aye, ma’am,

Jesus,” Oliver straightened, stared at the sheer enormity of the firepower all around her. “This whole thing could go pear-shaped if somebody sneezes.” Pervez stood, lifting the anti-materiel gun by its carry handle. “Guess we better not sneeze.

Jesus, lieutenant,” she radioed. “How about a little warning.” Koenig never came off his weapon sights. “That or those fuckers would have run us down, ma’am. Just assume a general fire-in-the-hole until we’re done here.

Ho looked down at his shirt. “I am going to have to burn this, then invent a machine that burns things that have already been burned, and fucking burn it again.

If this thing can be unfucked, we’ll unfuck it.

Ma’am, with respect–” “Nothing after the words ‘with respect’ is ever entirely respectful, Wen.

The Moon isn’t a place for you to live as a private individual without a business purpose.” “It is for rich fuckers.” “You’re not a rich fucker.

Take as long as you need, so long as that isn’t more than three days.

Wanting to live without fear isn’t a crime.

Entire world’s turned on its head lately, or didn’t you notice? If you’ve got a better idea, I’m all ears.” “How

Jesus, Jim. I’m a doctor, not a cartographer.” Schweitzer stared at him, stone-faced.

For now, this creature was who he needed to be. All warriors needed to remember what they were fighting for, but it didn’t change what the warrior had to do to win the fight. War was monstrous. To win, you had to be a monster. And he was. Schweitzer

And suddenly she was dancing, red flowers blooming across her chest, spraying across the wall.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but if he was going to be a monster, then he may as well be one to protect his own. He

I will hesitate to kill you if I feel you are too far off the reservation. Is that clear?” Dadou

It can’t be long now,” he said, “if we don’t get out of this road, we’ll be ridden down.” “Then we make our stand,” Barnard said, “and die on our feet.” “How many standing dead men have you seen?” Sigir asked.

You are the Song,” she whispered to him, “so sing. Sing so that the Emperor may hear.

I want to live in a world where everyone, no matter who they are, dies from growing old, and not because someone killed them for their own good.

The flame cleans even as it lights the way. It warms as it scours. It feeds us as it drives our enemies into the dark.

I'm just a woman who has been hard done, who has lost those who she loved. I am angry, and I am tired, and I am through making deals.

xxx foolish words are the only things that travel faster than horses.

It's not the girl you need to fear, Poch Drover," Heloise said, "it's the war machine she's driving.

No. It is a person you love. Not a name. Not a she or a he. A person in all their shining glory. There is a thing in us, Heloise. A seed. It makes us who we are. It is our core. That is the thing we love. It alone exists. It alone is holy. It has no home, no name. It is neither Male nor female. It is greater than that.

You’re coming into a new command. Go slow, listen more than you talk, and make changes slowly.

They’ve just stood off all the devils from hell, so I don’t imagine they’ll be cowed by men in red dresses.

It's not the girl you need to fear, It's the war-machine she's driving in.

No matter what happened, try and take joy in the day, girl. We have precious few of them.