Ta Barron Quotes

And now, my friends, a dragon's toast! Here's to life's little blessings: war, plagues, and all forms of evil. Their presence keeps us alert--- and their absence keeps us grateful.

And I came to understand, in a way I never had before, that books are truly the stuff of miracles. I even dared to dream that someday, somehow, I might surround myself with books from many times and many tongues...

Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

Vision, even for a dragon, is woefully unreliable. What you can see with great clarity may not be real; what you cannot see may be the ultimate reality.

It's much more fun to be the exception, not the rule

A life-whether seamstress or poet, farmer or king-is measured not by length, but by the worth of its deeds, and the power of its dreams.

Some say "The end is near," as if that is shocking news. The truth is, the end is always near. What is actually shocking is that we, ourselves, can help to choose which end.

Ah, life's little surprises! They can make any day unforgettable... or make it your last.

Every living thing is precious somehow.

You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

He is a mysterious and captivating fellow, this wizard who can live backward in time…

Everything is connected to everything else.

Why is it that what we do know can save us, but what we don't know can kill us?

In chess, as in life, your choice will make all the difference.

The best way to protect something is to set it free.

Hope is sometimes fleeting, but always precious. Sad to say, when the battle began, most of my companions had no hope at all.

All of us, all living things, have the potential to change.

For a true name holds true power.

The heart can see things invisible to the eye.

You worry about who you are too much. Just be yourself, and you'll find out eventually.

As the wind swelled, my tree started to sway. Almost like a human body it swung back and around, gently at first, then more and more wildly. While the swaying intensified, so did my fears that the trunk might snap and hurl me to the ground. But in time my confidence returned. Amazed at how the tree could be at once so flexible and so sturdy, I held on tight as it bent and waved, twisted and swirled, slicing curves and arcs through the air. With each graceful swing, I felt less a creature of the land and more a part of the wind itself. "The rain began falling, it's sound merging with the splashing river and the singing trees. Branches streamed like waterfalls of green. Tiny rivers cascaded down every trunk, twisting through moss meadows and bark canyons. All the while, I rode out the gale. I could not have felt wetter. I could not have felt freer. "When, at last, the storm subsided, the entire world seemed newly born. Sunbeams danced on rain-washed leaves. Curling columns of mist rose from every glade. The forest's colors shown more vivid, its smells struck more fresh. And I understood, for the first time in my life, that the Earth was always being remade, that life was always being renewed. That it may have been the afternoon of this particular day, but it was still the very morning of Creation.

The strongest bonds are of the heart.

A life- whether seamstress of poet, farmer or king, is not measured by it's length, but by the worth of it's deeds and the power of it's dreams.

New ideas can be tasty, maybe even satisfying. But what I really want to taste is a nice big tray of pastries, warm and sweet, right out of the oven. —From

Sometimes it's best to treat life as if you're floating down a great river. To listen to the water and let it guide you, instead of trying to change the river's course.

All of us - including me - have within ourselves both the wickedness of a serpent and the gentleness of a dove.

And I understood, for the first time in my life, that the Earth was always being remade, that life was always being renewed. That it may have been the afternoon of this particular day, but it was the very morning of Creation.

In May, anything seemed possible. If only I could learn to harness time itself. To make every month like May! Or, perhaps, to live backward in time, so that whenever the end of the month arrived, I could turn May right around and live it all over again.

Turning to the open window above my head, I saw the full moon, glowing as bright as a pot of molten silver. Moonlight poured through the window, and through the gaps in the thatched roof, painting the interior of the hut with its gleaming brush. For a moment, the moonlight nearly disguised the poverty of the room, covering the earthen floor with a sheath of silver, the rough clay walls with sparkles of light, and the still-sleeping form in the corner with the glow of an angel.

The River Unceasing appears to be just a line of water, flowing from here to there. Yet he is more. Much more. He is all that he is—including whatever hides beneath the surface.