Ra Quotes

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them.

No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith.

Die, enemies of Ra!" Sekhemet yelled. "Perish in agony!" "She's almost as annoying as you," I told Horus. "Impossible," Horus said. "No one bests Horus.

Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

That sounded about as likely as Apophis and Ra becoming Facebook buddies, but I decided not to say anything.

We are all dying, every moment that passes of every day. That is the inescapable truth of this existence. It is a truth that can paralyze us with fear, or one that can energize us with impatience, with the desire to explore and experience, with the hope- nay, the iron-will!- to find a memory in every action. To be alive, under sunshine, or starlight, in weather fair or stormy. To dance with every step, be they through gardens of flowers or through deep snows.

How many people long for that "past, simpler, and better world," I wonder, without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better, and not the world about them?

I disobeyed Ra's wishes, and so he ordered my onw father, Shu-" "Hang on," I said. "Shoe?" "S-h-u," she said. "The god of the wind." "On." I wished these gods had names that wearn't common household objects. "Go on, please.

Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates actions to return to that fabled, rosy-painted time, particularly in one who believes his life to be a failure, then it is an empty thing, doomed to produce nothing but frustration and an even greater sense of failure.

In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.

Nghệ thuật không là ánh trăng lừa dối, không nên là ánh trăng lừa dối! Nghệ thuật có thể chỉ là tiếng đau khổ kia, thoát ra từ những kiếp người lầm than. ~ 'Trăng Sáng

Thank Ra!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, I’m alive.” “No, I almost jumped in after you. I hate the water!

Because in fantasy perhaps more than in any other genre, the character is rewarded for making the right choices and punished for making the bad. Ask Boromir.

What one person does, several people usually consider.

There is a wide world out there, full of pain, but filled with joy as well. The former keeps you on the path of growth and the latter makes the journey tolerable.

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

Don't tell anyone, but on the pagan day of the sun god Ra, I kneel at the foot of an ancient instrument of torture and consume ritualistic symbols of blood and flesh. ...And if any of you care to join me, come to the Harvard chapel on Sunday, kneel beneath the crucifix, and take Holy Communion.

Hindsight, I think, is a useless tool. We, each of us, are at a place in our lives because of innumerable circumstances, and we, each of us, have a responsibility (if we do not like where we are) to move along life's road, to find a better path if this one does not suit, or to walk happily along this one if it is indeed our life's way. Changing even the bad things that have gone before would fundamentally change who we are, and whether or not that would be a good thing, I believe, it is impossible to predict. So I take my past experiences... and try to regret nothing. -Drizzt Do'urden

Change is not always growth, but growth is often rooted in change. Drizzt Do'Urden

If you can quit, then quit. If you can't quit, you're a writer.

Luck?" Drizzt replied. "Perhaps. But more often, I dare to say, luck is simply the advantage a true warrior gains in excuting the correct course of action.

I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.

Farewell is said by the living, in life, every day. It is said with love and friendship, with the affirmation that the memories are lasting if the flesh is not.

Wahai anakku! dunia ini bagaikan samudera tempat banyak ciptaan-ciptaaNya yg tenggelam. Maka jelajahilah dunia ini dg menyebut nama Allah. Jadikan ketakutanmu pada Allah sebagai kapal-kapal yang menyelamatkanmu. kembangkanlah keimanan sebagai layarmu, logika sebagai pendayung kapalmu, ilmu pengetahuan sebagai nakhoda perjalannanmu dan sabar sebagai jangkar dlm setiap badai dan cobaan (Ali bin Abi thalib ra)

Live it well and this life can be grand.

I will feast on enemies of Ra until my belly is full!” “Charming,” Sadie whispered.

ví dù người có phụ ta thì ta chỉ nguyện thành ra con bò con bò rất ít so đo yêu ai chỉ biết lò dò đi theo dù cho đứa đó lật kèo

We need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise last but a few minutes. But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.

A world without dragons is a world not worth living in.

If you’re listening to this, congratulations! You survived Doomsday. I’d like to apologize straightaway for any inconvenience the end of the world may have caused you. The earthquakes, rebellions, riots,tornadoes, floods, tsunamis, and of course the giant snake who swallowed the sun—I’m afraid most of that was our fault. Carter and I decided we should at least explain how it happened.

My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.

Xưa nay chiến tranh nổ ra cũng chỉ vì miếng ăn. Mặc dù người ta luôn tìm cách che lấp đi bằng những điều cao cả.

Bố tôi vẫn nói, khi một người thương yêu của ta ra đi, cũng giống như chúng ta cắt lìa từng khoảng trời trong trái tim mình. Đó là một khoảng trời rất rộng mà ta hít thở từng ngày. Ta được nuôi sống.

I don't have to prove my worth and value to any but those I love, and that I do by being who I am, with confidence that those I love appreciate the good and accept the bad. Does anything else really matter?

Follow your heart, minute by minute and day by day. Let the course of the river run as it will, instead of tying yourself up in fears that you may never realize" Wulfgar

Because everything of value that we will know in this life comes from our relationships with those around us. Because there is nothing material that measures against the intangibles of love and friendship.

Our problems started in Dallas, when the fire-breathing sheep destroyed the King Tut exhibit.

You have to let go of those feelings, Ra. Anger, fear, regret. It’s the only way you can forgive yourself and love again.

Everybody is an atheist in saying that there is a god - from Ra to Shiva - in which he does not believe. All that the serious and objective atheist does is to take the next step and to say that there is just one more god to disbelieve in.

What could a mortal say to the merciless Fate? I forced myself to my feet. A'le-Ahnleh was the traditional end to a prayer. By the will of Fate. "A'le-la," I whispered defiantly. By my will.

Let'sss just kill him," said the shorter Ra'zac. "He has caused us much grief." The taller one ran his finger down his sword. "A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive." -from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.

There is a place within each of us where we cannot hide from the truth, where virtue sits as judge. To admit the truth of our actions is to go before that court, where process is irrelevant. Good and evil are intents, and intent is without excuse.

Tôi thích những mối tình câm, tình thầm. Tôi tưởng tượng đó là những mối tình da diết, sâu sắc. Mãi mãi chẳng dám nói thật lòng, cho đến cuối đời, tình ấy vẫn bàng bạc, rập rờn, và mỗi khi có dịp (như đi qua chỗ ngồi cũ, con đường cũ, gương mặt cũ…), ta bỗng thấy nhói ran. Chắc là khó chịu lắm, khi yêu mà giả bộ không yêu, khi buồn cố diễn mặt vui, khi đau tình phải tỏ ra vô tình…

Tôi gửi tình yêu cho mùa hè, nhưng mùa hè không giữ nổi. Mùa hè chỉ biết ra hoa, phượng đỏ sân trường và tiếng ve nỉ non trong lá. Mùa hè ngây ngô, giống như tôi vậy. Nó chẳng làm được những điều tôi kí thác. Nó để Hà Lan đốt tôi, đốt rụi. Trái tim tôi cháy thành tro, rơi vãi trên đường về.

Nước mắt chảy từ con mắt là thứ thường thôi, có thứ nước mắt không chảy ra kiểu vậy.

Chỉ khi đã ở những năm gần cuối của lứa tuổi đôi mươi, tôi mới nhận ra rằng cách tốt nhất để trải qua tuổi trẻ của mình là học thật nhiều, làm thật nhiều, đi thật nhiều, gặp gỡ thật nhiều người và chứng kiến nhiều điều. Phấn đấu dấn thân xông pha trải nghiệm là cách rất tốt để xây dựng nền tảng tiền đề cho tương lai

Tôi chẳng hiểu Binô thích tôi ở điểm nào. Binô là một đứa bạn thú vị. Trong khi ngược lại, tôi là một đứa nhạt nhẽo. Có lẽ nó thích tôi chỉ vì tôi thích nó. Con người chắc cũng vậy: đôi khi bạn yêu mến một ai đó đơn giản chỉ vì người đó thật lòng yêu mến bạn. Tâm hồn chúng ta được sinh ra là để chờ đáp lại niềm yêu mến đến từ một tâm hồn khác. Nó giống như chiếc ống sáo, sẵn sàng reo lên khi ngọn gió mùa hè thổi qua.

Never confuse honor with stupidity!

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them... At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good view, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his efforts.

Station is the paradox of the world of my people, the limitation of our power within the hunger for power. It is gained through treachery and invites treachery against those who gain it. Those most powerful in Menzoberranzan spend their days watching over their shoulders, defending against the daggers that would find their backs. Their deaths usually come from the front." -Drizzt Do'Urden

I can not give you the reference of Ram Chandar or Krishna, because they were not historical figures. I can not help it but to present to you the names of (Hazrat) Abu Bakar (RA) and (Hazrat) Umar Farooq (RA). They were leaders of a vast Empire, yet they lived a life of austerity.

Menurut ahli bahasa Ibnu Faris, semua kata yang mengandungi huruf ra, ha dan mim, ia membawa maksud lemah lembut, kasih sayang dan kehalusan. Cuba perhatikan nama kamu dalam tulisan jawi? Ada tak huruf itu? Jika ada satu, pasti kamu seorang yang penyayang dan lemah lembut. Ms 796

But what of faith? What of fidelity and loyalty? Complete trust? Faith is not granted by tangible proof. It comes from the heart and the soul. If a person needs proof of god's existence, then the very notion of spirituality is diminished into sensuality and we have reduced what is holy into what is logical.

How do we beat her? I asked. You pretty much don’t, Horus said. She is the incarnation of the sun’s wrath. Back in the day when Ra was active, she would have been much more impressive, but still. .She’s unstoppable. A born killer. A slaying machine— “Okay, I get it!” I yelled.

Because of the friends I have known, the honorable people I have met, I know I am no solitary hero of unique causes. I know now that when I die, I will live on. That which is important will live on. This is my Legacy; and by the grace of the gods, I am not alone.

First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more. --Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden

Professor Langdon,' called a young man with curly hair in the back row, 'if Masonry is not a secret society, not a corporation, and not a religion, then what is it?' 'Well, if you were to ask a Mason, he would offer the following definition: Masonry is a system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols.' 'Sounds to me like a euphemism for "freaky cult." ' 'Freaky, you say?' 'Hell yes!' the kid said, standing up. 'I heard what they do inside those secret buildings! Weird candlelight rituals with coffins, and nooses, and drinking wine out of skulls. Now that's freaky!' Langdon scanned the class. 'Does that sound freaky to anyone else?' 'Yes!' they all chimed in. Langdon feigned a sad sigh. 'Too bad. If that's too freaky for you, then I know you'll never want to join my cult.' Silence settled over the room. The student from the Women's Center looked uneasy. 'You're in a cult?' Langdon nodded and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Don't tell anyone, but on the pagan day of the sun god Ra, I kneel at the foot of an ancient instrument of torture and consume ritualistic symbols of blood and flesh.' The class looked horrified. Langdon shrugged. 'And if any of you care to join me, come to the Harvard chapel on Sunday, kneel beneath the crucifix, and take Holy Communion.' The classroom remained silent. Langdon winked. 'Open your minds, my friends. We all fear what we do not understand.

The question then is, how much are you willing to give?" And I answered, "Anything." A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.

I rolled my eyes. “I feel like a zoo animal.” Travis watched me for a moment, noted those staring, and then stood up. “I CAN’T!” he yelled. I stared in awe as the entire room jerked their heads in his direction. Travis bobbed his head a couple of times to a beat in his head. Shepley closed his eyes. “Oh, no.” Travis smiled. “get no….sa…tis…faction,” he sang, “I can’t get no….sat-is-fac-tion. ‘Cuz I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…,” he climbed onto the table as everyone stared, “I CAN’T GET NO!” He pointed to the football players at the end of the table and they smiled, “I CAN’T GET NO!” they yelled in unison. The whole room clapped to the beat, then. Travis’ sang into his fist, “When I’m drivin’ in my car, and a man comes on the…ra-di-o…he’s tellin’ me more and more…about some useless in-for-ma-tion! Supposed to fire my im-agin-a-tion! I CAN’T GET NO!

Có một lá cờ bay trên hạnh phúc và có một đoá quỳnh héo úa ngủ trong khổ đau. Cố gắng tránh đừng than thở. Thử thở dài một mình và quên lãng. Ta không thể níu kéo một cái gì đã mất. Tình yêu khi đã muốn ra đi thì không một tiếng kèn nào đủ màu nhiệm để lôi về lại được. Tình yêu là tình yêu. Trong nó đã sẵn có mầm sống và sự huỷ diệt. Tình yêu tự đến và tự đi, không cần ai dìu dắt. Nó hoàn toàn tự do. Muốn giam cầm thì nó sẽ bay đi. Muốn thả nó bay đi, có khi, nó ở lại.

You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?

The physical powers of the body cannot be separated from the rationale of the mind and the emotions of the heart. They are one and the same, a compilation of a singular being. It is in the harmony of these three-body, mind, and heart- that we find spirit. ... Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience, and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken, and it cannot be taken away.

Of course, even without my help, other forces would keep the cosmos chugging along. Many different belief systems powered the revolution of the planets and stars. Wolves would still chase Sol across the sky. Ra would continue his daily journey in his sun barque. Tonatiuh would keep running on his surplus blood from human sacrifices back in the Aztec days. And that other thing—science— would still generate gravity and quantum physics or whatever.

This is the thing about life I've never really understood until now: we try so hard to control it, but bad things happen anyway. The only real control is an anti-control, a letting go.

I lifted my face to meet the kiss, wanting the comfort of his touch as much as I was willing to provide the comfort of mine. The contact was sweet and soft, yet at the same time desperate. It was Zane who pulled away first. "Danica, I think..." He trailed off and kissed me again, this time briefly, just the barest touch of lips to lips. "I love you." From a man who frequently uttered eloquent speeches, the tentative declaration was not the most flattering of compliments-especially when every movement he made and look he cast my way had shown the long truth before now. But coming from the serpent who had once informed me that he did not love me and did not think he ever could, whose cool, polished words could cut to the bone and freeze the Earth's frozen molten blood — whose eyes right now were just a bid dazed, and whose expression was as open and startled as I had ever seen it — the words were more than enough. "I know," I answered. Then, soft but certain, I answered, "I love you too." His smile matched mine and said the same as mine: I know.

The question, then, is how do we stop the nightmares?” Malcolm asks. “I’ve got a solution,” Six says, and everyone looks in her direction. She takes a considering sip from a mug of coffee. “Let’s go kill Setrákus Ra.” Nine claps his hands and points at Six. “I like the way this chick thinks.

A span of a few heartbeats can make for a greater memory than the sum of a mundane year.-Catti-brie

The parry is wrong." - Drizzt Do'Urden

We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.

Có bao giờ em thấy thanh thản hoàn toàn khi ở bên cạnh một ai đó không? Tức là những điều khác thật ra cũng chẳng còn quan trọng nữa. Quán cà phê ồn ào và xấu xí, trời nắng hay mưa, đi bộ hay đi xe, bên hồ nước hay trên rừng, thế nào cũng được. Em có thể im lặng cả ngày dài, và người ấy vẫn nghe được. Nếu có lúc nào em đã cảm thấy như thế, thì đừng bao giờ rời xa người đó, vì bất kỳ lý do gì. Đừng rời xa - có nghĩa là đừng quên lãng, đừng phai nhạt, có mặt khi cần, và chờ đợi nếu phải thế.

I wish to you sunshine, my dear one, my dear one. And treetops for you to soar past. I wish to you innocence, my child, my child. I pray you don't grow up too fast. Never know pain, my dear one, my dear one. Nor hunger nor fear nor sorrow. Never know war, my child, my child. Remember your hope for tomorrow.

We stepped back and looked at the king of the gods, slumped in his chair snoring, and cradling his crook like a teddy bear. I placed the war flail across his lap, hoping it might make a difference—maybe complete his powers or something. No such luck. "Sick weasels," Ra muttered. "Behold," Sadie said bitterly. "the glorious Ra.

Có điều, cuộc sống dạy chậm rãi quá, nhẩn nha quá. Tốn mười năm, nó chỉ học được vài bài học thí dụ như “không có gì là mãi mãi”, như “đừng mù quáng tin vào cảm xúc” hay “yêu phải để dành”. Nó rất nôn nóng được học nhanh nữa, để chứng tỏ bản lĩnh, sự già dặn của mình. Bữa nay, nó nhận ra mình buồn quá, khôn mà buồn. Biết nhiều mà buồn. Tỉnh táo mà buồn. Trải đời mà buồn. Ngoái lại thì thời vui nhất đã bỏ đi lâu rồi, từ lúc hoài nghi lên ngôi

Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.

अनुरागका गहिराइहरूमा डुबेर मुटु लफ्रक्क हुँदा निचोरेर प्रेयमै पोखूँ भइरहेकै हो, कहिल्यै नमेटिने एक चित्र हृदयकै रङ्गले कोरूँ भइरहेकै हो ।

फक्राएर मनलाई प्रेमको ओत बनाऊँ लागेकै हो ।

शाहजहाँ, जसले बादशाहलाई प्रेमीभन्दा होचो बनाइदियो । जसले चिहानलाई मन्दिर, प्रेमिकालाई ईश्वर, प्रेमलाई धर्म बनाइदियो ।

आफ्नै मनभित्र छचल्किरहेका रङ्गिन अनुभूतिका सुवासित मादकतामा लठ्ठिएर म आफूलाई बिर्सिरहेको छु ।

There once was a boy with a future. Until all he had left was his past.

Do you trust him? When had we reached the point where the answer to Rei's question had become yes without hesitation? When Zane had sat by my bedside for hours while I was drifting in and out of consciousness? When he had arranged for me to be visited by entertainers and friends, or had carried me home when I was too tired to walk? Or when I had first seen him cry and had wanted nothing but to comfort him? I do not know how, yet somehow, impossibly, we are here.

The rules are simple: the first one to lose dies.

सारा यौवन छातीमा एउटा प्रेमाकुल मुटु बोकेरै हिँडिरहेको हुँ ।

कम से कम दुई फरक त पक्कै छ हामीबीच ऊ शहंशाह थियो, म ऊ जत्तिकै वैभवशाली हुन्थिएँ भने ताजमहल बनाउन प्रेमिकाको मृत्यु पर्खने थिइनँ ।

I want to chase the butterflies.

Hello Ra," he said in a kindly voice. "It's been a long time." A feeble voice from behind the chair said,"Can't play. Go away." "would you like a treat?" Apophis asked. "we used to play so nicely together. Every night, trying to kill each other. Don't you remember?" Ra poked his head above the throne. "Treat?" "How about a stuffed date?" Apophis pulled one out of the air. "You used to love stuffed dates, didn't you? All you have to do is come out and let me devour— I mean entertain you." " Want a cookie," Ra said. "What kind?" "Weasel cookie." I'm here to tell you, that comment about weasel cookies probably saved the known universe.

The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow they bring.

Why?” breathed Boy 412. “Why me?” “You have astonishing Magykal power. I told you before. Maybe now you’ll believe me.” She smiled. “I—I thought the power came from the ring.” “No. It comes from you. Don’t forget, the Dragon Boat recognized you even without the ring. She knew. Remember, it was last worn by Hotep-Ra, the first ExtraOrdinary Wizard. It’s been waiting a long time to find someone like him.” “But that’s because it’s been stuck in a secret tunnel for hundreds of years.” “Not necessarily,” said Marcia mysteriously. “Things have a habit of working out, you know. Eventually.

‎Không phải vô tình mà chiếc đồng hồ mang hình tròn. Mỗi ngày trôi qua, cứ tưởng là đang tiến về phía trước nhưng trên thực tế, đã quay lại vị trí ban đầu. Cuộc sống tù đọng. Chỉ trẻ con mới nghĩ là lớn lên sẽ tự do đến nơi mình muốn, làm điều mình thích. Chín mươi chín phần trăm chúng ta lần lượt lập gia đình, sinh con, đi làm, khai thuế, nhích dần từng bậc lương, đánh vật với các phương tiện giao thông, uống cà phê như uống nước để chống chọi các cơn buồn ngủ. Mọi dự định đều để giành đến hai ngày cuối tuần nhưng thứ bảy buổi sáng chen lấn trong siêu thị, buổi chiều hút bụi lau cửa kính giặt quần áo rửa xe ô tô, chủ nhật ăn cơm trưa xong đã bốn giờ chiều, hai ly rượu vang lại khiến phải ra đi-văng làm một giấc, tám giờ tối thức dậy ăn nốt chỗ cơm thừa ban trưa, thế là vừa vặn đúng bốn mươi tám tiếng đã tưởng chệch ra được vòng tròn của thời gian.

Dad had this story. A Marine and a Navy guy walk into a bathroom together. They both take a piss, and then sailor goes to the sink. The Marine heads for the door, and the sailor says, "Hey- in the Navy they teach us to wash up after we take a leak." And the Marine turns around and says, "Yeah? Well, in the Marines they teach us not to piss on our hands.

Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep-cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen enemy, tearing at our hearts and stealing more than our strength. Stealing our will, for what are we without empathy? What manner of joy might we find in our live if we cannot understand the joys and pains of those around us, if we cannot share in a greater community.

- Tao nghĩ một đứa không dám leo xuống cầu thang sẽ không bao giờ dám nhảy qua vòng lửa. Có lẽ bạn cũng từng phạm những sai lầm tương tự nhất là khi bạn còn quá trẻ. Quá trẻ thì không hiểu được rằng ước mơ đôi khi không phải là điều nhất định phải thực hiện cho bằng được hơn nữa có thể là điều người ta không có khả năng thực hiện trong suốt cuộc đời mình. Gặp một chú lùn ước mơ lớn lên sẽ chơi bóng rổ hay một chú bé dị tật ở chân nuôi mộng sau này trở thành ngôi sao bóng đá thì đó không phải là điều mà bạn nên chế nhạo. Một ngày nào đó bạn sẽ nhận ra ý nghĩa của ước mơ không phải ở chỗ nó có phù hợp với khả năng thực tế hay không. Điều quan trọng là nó cho phép bạn sống thêm một cuộc đời nữa với cảm xúc của riêng bạn, trong một thế giới mà bạn có thể hóa thân một cách hồn nhiên nhất vào đấng toàn năng. Như vậy, ước mơ không chỉ là chiếc bàn là tinh thần giúp bạn ủi phẳng những nếp nhăn của số phận mà còn là cách để bạn bắt gặp hình ảnh của Thượng Đế trong bản thân mình.

Yes, an actual full-sized camel. If you find that confusing, just think how the criosphinx must have felt. Where did the camel come from, you ask? I may have mentioned Walt’s collection of amulets. Two of them summoned disgusting camels. I’d met them before, so I was less than excited when a ton of dromedary flesh flew across my line of sight, plowed into the sphinx, and collapsed on top of it. The sphinx growled in outrage as it tried to free itself. The camel grunted and farted. “Hindenburg,” I said. Only one camel could possibly fart that badly. “Walt, why in the world—?” “Sorry!” he yelled. “Wrong amulet!” The technique worked, at any rate. The camel wasn’t much of a fighter, but it was quite heavy and clumsy. The criosphinx snarled and clawed at the floor, trying unsuccessfully to push the camel off; but Hindenburg just splayed his legs, made alarmed honking sounds, and let loose gas. I moved to Walt’s side and tried to get my bearings.

You view the gods as entities without," Montolio tried to explain. "You see them as physical beings trying to control our actions for their own ends, and thus you, in your stubborn independance, reject them. The gods are within, I say, whether one has named his own or not. You have followed Mielikki all your life, Drizzt. You merely never had a name to put on your heart.

There is not a name for what I'm feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can't measure its boundaries because they go too far and you don't have enough time. Or you move toward the boundaries and they move away. There has been an earthquake in my life. Catastrophic, civilization-ending.

Drizzt Do'Urden had followed a line of precepts based upon discipline and ultimate optimism. He fought for a better world because he believed that a better world could and would be made. He had never held any illusions that he would change the world, of course, or even a substantial portion of it, but he always held strongly that fighting to better just his own little pocket of the world was a worthwhile cause.

There is one other error in the Gondsman's line of resoning, I believe, on ap urely emotional level. If machines replace achievement, then to what will people aspire? And who are we, truly, without such goals? Beware the engineers of society, I say, who would make everyone in all the world equal. Opportunity should be equal, must be equal, but achievement must remain individual.

You have no sense of what war is like. You have no idea what it means to see those you love fall. You cannot possibly understand what it is to fight for what you believe, and how sometimes you have to fight with words and dreams after all the weapons have been put away. You serve a cold god, surviving on his power for thousands of years without ever living!

I’m not real, I’m just like you. You don’t exist in this society. If you did your people wouldn’t be seeking equal rights. You’re not real, if you were you’d have some status among the nations of the world. So we are both myths. I do not come to you as a reality, I come to you as the myth because that is what black people are: myths. I came from a dream that the black man dreamed long ago. I’m actually a presence sent to you by your ancestors.

But love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharing—of joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes one’s soul a reflection of the partner’s moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or friendship. A sharing that multiplies the joys and thins the pains.

Có những người yêu đã ra đi bỗng một ngày nào đó trở lại. Vì sao? Không vì sao cả. Vì một chọn lựa tưởng rằng đúng cuối cùng sai. Và đã trở lại với một người mình đã phụ bạc để muốn hàn gắn lại một vết thương. Một vết thương đã lành lặn lâu rồi bất chợt vỡ òa như một cơn tỉnh thức. Tỉnh thức trên vết thương. Trên một nỗi đau tưởng đã thuộc về quá khứ. Nhưng không, không có gì thuộc về quá khứ cả. Thời gian trôi đi và vết thương vẫn còn đó. Nó vẫn chờ được thức dậy một lúc nào đó để sống lại như chính bản thân nó là một vết thương. Nhưng vết thương khi đã được đánh thức thì nó không còn là vết thương cũ vì giờ đây nó là một vết thương tỉnh thức. Một vết thương tỉnh thức là một vết thương biết rõ nó là một vết thương. Nó đã thức dậy và nó nhận ra rằng nó đã được khai sinh trên tâm hồn một con người và đã có một thời gian dài làm đau đớn con người đó. Vết thương tỉnh thức là con mắt sáng ngời. Nó nhìn ngược về quá khứ và ngó thẳng đến tương lai. Nó mách bảo cho chủ nhân nó rằng không có một vết thương nào vô tư mà sinh thành cả. Nó là một nỗi đớn đau như trời đất trở dạ làm thành một cơn giông bão.