River Tam Quotes

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

River Tam (Summer Glau): No power in the 'verse can stop me.

No power in the 'verse can stop me!

People don't like to be meddled with. We tell them what to do, what to think. Don't run, don't walk. We're in their homes and in their heads and we haven't the right. We're meddlesome.

Pleasures are like poppies spread You seize the flower its bloom is shed Or like the snow falls in the river A moment white, then melts forever Or like the Borealis race That flit ere you can point their place Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanshing amidst the storm Nae man can tether time nor tide The hour approaches, Tam must ride

On the other hand, if you jumped off Ireland’s 210-meter Cliffs of Moher, you would be able to fall for only about eight seconds—or a little more, if the updrafts were strong. That’s not very long, but according to River Tam, given adequate vacuuming systems it might be enough time to drain all the blood from your body.

Several times Tam paused to engage one man or another in brief conversation. Since he and Rand had not been off the farm for weeks, everyone wanted to catch up on how things were out that way. Few Westwood men had been in. Tam spoke of damage from winter storms, each one worse than the one before, and stillborn lambs, of brown fields where crops should be sprouting and pastures greening, of ravens flocking in where songbirds had come in years before. Grim talk, with preparations for Bel Tine going on all around them, and much shaking of heads. It was the same on all sides. Most of the men rolled their shoulders and said, “Well, we’ll survive, the Light willing.” Some grinned and added, “And if the Light doesn’t will, we’ll still survive.” That was the way of most Two Rivers people. People who had to watch the hail beat their crops or the wolves take their lambs, and start over, no matter how many years it happened, did not give up easily. Most of those who did were long since gone.

Father,” he said finally, “I don’t understand why the Council had to question Padan Fain.” With an effort he took his eyes off the woods and looked across Bella at Tam. “It seems to me, the decision you reached could have been made right on the spot. The Mayor frightened everybody half out of their wits, talking about Aes Sedai and the false Dragon here in the Two Rivers.” “People are funny, Rand. The best of them are. Take Haral Luhhan. Master Luhhan is a strong man, and a brave one, but he can’t bear to see butchering done. Turns pale as a sheet.” “What does that have to do with anything? Everybody knows Master Luhhan can’t stand the sight of blood, and nobody but the Coplins and the Congars thinks anything of it.” “Just this, lad. People don’t always think or behave the way you might believe they would. Those folk back there…let the hail beat their crops into the mud, and the wind take off every roof in the district, and the wolves kill half their livestock, and they’ll roll up their sleeves and start from scratch. They’ll grumble, but they won’t waste any time with it. But you give them just the thought of Aes Sedai and a false Dragon in Ghealdan, and soon enough they’ll start thinking that Ghealdan is not that far the other side of the Forest of Shadows, and a straight line from Tar Valon to Ghealdan wouldn’t pass that much to the east of us. As if the Aes Sedai wouldn’t take the road through Caemlyn and Lugard instead of traveling cross-country! By tomorrow morning half the village would have been sure the entire war was about to descend on us. It would take weeks to undo. A fine Bel Tine that would make. So Bran gave them the idea before they could get it themselves. They’ve seen the Council take the problem under construction, and by now they’ll be hearing what we decided. They chose us for the Village Council because they trust we can reason things out in the best way for everybody. They trust our opinions. Even Cenn’s, which doesn’t say much for the rest of us, I suppose. At any rate, they will hear there isn’t anything to worry about, and they’ll believe it. It is not that they couldn’t reach the same conclusion, or would not, eventually, but this way we won’t have Festival ruined, and nobody has to spend weeks worrying about something that isn’t likely to happen. If it does against all odds…well, the patrols will give us enough warning to do what we can.

River Tam

Hneď ráno sa Rácz presťahuje do hotela. Recepčný mu pridelí apartmán s výhľadom na rieku. Ráczovi sa tam páči. Posteľ je mäkká, vonia čistotou. Rácz si na ňu ľah­ne, no nohy v bagančiach spustí na koberec. Po chvíľke oddychu zo seba zhodí zauhlené montérky. Osprchuje sa. Potom sa oblečie do nových šiat, čo si bol priniesol zdo­la. Sú to voľné, krikľavé oranžovo-zelené módne tepláky s bundou. Na chrbte sa skvie nápis AMERICAN FOOT­BALL. Látka je lesklá, príjemná na omak. Kožené šnu­rovacie adidasky, siahajúce takmer do polovice lýtok, uhrančivo voňajú novotou. Sú mu o dve čísla väčšie, no Talian, čo mu ich dal ako poplatok za teplo, povedal, že tak sa to nosí. Tak je to v móde. Rácz vstane a podíde k zrkadlu. Vlasy na guľatej hlave mu už trocha podrást­li. Veľké uši pôsobia rušivo. Oboma rukami si ich pritisne k hlave. Na chvíľu sa započúva do šumu vlastnej krvi. Ešte pred polrokom sa vozil na traktore po rodnom chotá­ri, napadne mu. Teraz by jeho, Rácza, mal vidieť starý Kišš. Na chvíľočku pocíti až nenávisť k mäsiarovi, jeho dcére a vôbec. Na dvere ktosi zaklope. Čašník. Pritisne podnos na ko­lieskach. V orosenom striebornom vedierku leží v ľade fľaša Moët et Chandonu. Pozornosť prevádzkara, povie čašník a čaká. Rácz si domyslí, že asi čaká na prepitné. Rácz sa ešte nevybalil, povie mu. Ešte nemá nič. Nabudúce. Zmizni... Čašník úctivo vyspätkuje. Tvári sa sklamane.

Lucien cleared his throat. 'She meant no harm, Tam.' 'I know she meant no harm,' he snapped. Lucien held his gaze. 'Worse things have happened, worse things can happen. Just relax.' Tamlin's emerald eyes were feral as he snarled at Lucien, 'Did I ask for your opinion?' Those words, the look he gave Lucien and the way Lucien lowered his head- my temper was a burning river in my veins. Look up, I silently beseeched him. Push back. He's wrong, and we're right. Lucien's jaw tightened. That force thrummed in me again, seeping out, spearing for Lucien. Do not back down- Then I was gone. Still there, still seeing through my eyes, but also half looking through another angle in the room, another person's vantage point- Thoughts slammed into me, images and memories, a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless- Then I was back, blinking, no more than a heartbeat passing as I gaped at Lucien. His head. I had been inside his head, had slid through his mental walls-

Prisiminiau, kiek laiko praleidau siekdama kažko, ko visai netroškau. Kodėl taip dariau ? Negalėjau rasti jokio paaiš kinimo. Galbūt tingėjau galvoti apie kitus gyvenimo kelius. Galbūt bijojau, ką kiti apie mane gali pagalvoti. Galbūt žmogus, kaip būtybė, yra pasmerktas kartoti ankstesnės kartos poelgius, kol tam tikras skaičius žmonių peadeda elgtis kitaip.

Finally Mary understood everything. For the music, as it wound its way through that quiet countryside, scampering and chuckling gleefully along the pebbled shores of the River Doon, sweeping up hill and over moor, dancing in the wind over the purple-fringed sea-shore, told the story of Scotland. It told of the first great magic that had taken root so many millennia ago, and of the younger powers that had come along afterwards to vie with it. It told the deep secrets that Rannoch had spent so many lifetimes searching for, and would never guess at now, as though they were the passing gossip of a market-day. It told tales of great wrongs, of unbearable suffering- and of endless forgiveness and rebirth.

Get drunk all the time. Go someplace and score. Walk in and walk out of the Asp Hike up Tam Keep quitting and starting at Berkeley Watch the pike in the Steinhart Aquarium: he doesn't move. Sleeping with stangers Keeping up on the news Chanting sutras after sitting Practicing yr frailing on guitar Get dropped off in the fog in the night Fall in love twenty times Get divorced Keep moving — move out to the Sunset Get lost — or Get found

I AM THE SHADOW THAT DEVOURS ROCKS, mountains, forests, and rivers, the flesh of beasts and of men. I slice skin, I empty skulls and bodies. I cut off arms, legs, and hands. I smash bones and I suck out their marrow. But I am also the red moon that rises over the river, I am the evening air that rustles the tender acacia trees. I am the wasp and the flower. Tam as much the wriggling fish as the still canoe, as much the net as the fisherman. I am the prisoner and his guard. I am the tree and the seed that grew into it. I am father and son. I am assassin and judge. I am the sowing and the harvest. I am mother and daughter. I am night and day. I am fire and the wood it devours. I am innocent and guilty. I am the beginning and the end. I am the creator and the destroyer. "I am double." To translate is never simple. To translate is to betray at the borders, it's to cheat, it's to trade one sentence for another. To translate is one of the only human activities in which one is required to lie about the details to convey the truth at large. To translate is to risk understanding better than others that the truth about a word is not single, but double, even triple, quadruple, or quintuple. "What did he say?" everyone asked. "This is not the response we expected. The response we expected wouldn't be more than two words, possibly three. Everyone has a last name and a first name, two first names at most." "He said that he is both death and life.

Keefe let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. “And I thought secret Telepath conversations were the worst. Just so we’re clear,” he told Tam. “I’m the president of the Foster fan club. And we’re closed to new members.” Tam’s cheeks flushed. “Uh… not sure what that’s about but… no worries there—no offense!” he told Sophie. She noticed he stole a quick glance at Biana after he said it. Sophie couldn’t decide if she should feel relieved or insulted. She was saved from having to decide by the river rising again.

Keefe let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. “And I thought secret Telepath conversations were the worst. Just so we’re clear,” he told Tam. “I’m the president of the Foster fan club. And we’re closed to new members.” Tam’s cheeks flushed. “Uh . . . not sure what that’s about but . . . no worries there—no offense!” he told Sophie. She noticed he stole a quick glance at Biana after he said it. Sophie couldn’t decide if she should feel relieved or insulted. She was saved from having to decide by the river rising again. “Wow,” Dex and Fitz whispered, right on cue.

His Majesty, King Darrow of Corenwald, Protector of the People, Defender of the Faith, Keeper of the Island Tambluff Castle West Bank of the River Tam Tambluff, Corenwald My Dearest King— You will be glad to learn that I am still available for any quest, adventure, or dangerous mission for which you might need a champion or knight-errant. I specialize in dragon-slaying, but would be happy to fight pirates or invading barbarians if circumstances require. I would even be willing to rescue a fair maiden imprisoned by evil relatives. That would not be my first choice, since I am not of marrying age. Still, in peaceful and prosperous times like these, an adventurer takes whatever work he can find. As always, I am at your service and eagerly await your reply. Yours very sincerely, Aidan Errolson of Longleaf Manor P.S. I have not yet received an answer to my last letter—or to my fourteen letters before that. Mail service being what it is on the frontier, I assume your replies were lost. I hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of writing again.