Wish Granter Quotes

God is not a granter of wishes. God is a ruthless bitch.

Sometimes having courage means the hardest tasks fall onto your shoulders, and those leave the biggest scars.

Thad: “But this is a boy, and you need to think of your reputation if you’re spending time alone with him—” Ari: ”Learning how to put a man's eye out or take him down at the knees. Very romantic stuff, Thad. Very romantic. Oh, and we also hid a body together, so we're practically engaged.

The princess snorted. "If you haven't figured out by now that I don't care what you think of me, let this be the lesson that sticks.

I prayed to the whole wide universe and hoped that God would be in it, listening to me. I prayed and prayed, and then I faltered. Not because I couldn't find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother's life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

There's a restless, pent-up power in the sea, and you know if it ever decided to stop respecting its boundaries, it could destroy you. But it does respect its boundaries. It stays where it should, so its power feels safe. When you stand here, surrounded by mystery and beauty and power, you feel safe.

His lips twitched upward, and warmth spread through him as he said, "I can't dance." "Dancing is for people who don't truly appreciate the buffet." "I have nothing to wear." "I'll find something for you." "The nobility will gossip about you until the day you die," he said. One last attempt to talk sense into her even though he knew it was a lost cause. "They need a new hobby anyway." She smiled at him.

Not because I couldn’t find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother’s life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

Coin didn’t protect you. It didn’t save you from your secrets. Only absolute power did that. He

I don't care anymore. Even if she never speaks to me again because of the press, she's worth it. She makes me a person, not just a wish granter.

Instead of focusing on what she didn't have, she needed to look at what she did.

God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

But when I said this suits you, I meant that its restrained power and mystery remind me of you.

Not because I couldn’t find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother’s life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch. The

I prayed and prayed, and then I faltered. Not because I couldn’t find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother’s life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

I prayed and prayed, and then I faltered. Not because I couldn't find God, but because suddenly I absolutely did: God was there, I realized, and God had no intention of making things happen or not, of saving my mother's life. God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

This is not a casual statement. It is not naive. It is not a matter of asking for a present, unearned. God is no granter of casual wishes. It is a matter, first, of truly Asking. This means being willing to let go of anything and everything that is not in keeping with the desire. Otherwise there is no Asking. There is only an immature and too-often resentful whim and wish: “Oh, that I could have what I want, without doing what is necessary.” That will not suffice. So, to ask, seek, and knock is to do everything required to gather what has been left unfinished and to complete it, now. And to ask, seek, and knock is, as well, to determine what must be asked for. And that has to be something that is worthy of God. Why else would it be granted? How else could it possibly be granted?

[46] “I have called myself Grim, I have called myself Wanderer, Warrior and Helmet-Wearer, Famed One and Third One, Thunder and Wave, Hel-Blind and One-Eye, [47] “Truth, and Swift, and True Father, Battle-Merry, Battle-Stirrer, Curse-Eye and Fire-Eye, Evildoer, Spellcaster, Masked and Shadowed-Face, Fool and Wise Man, {70} [48] “Long-Hat and Long-Beard, Victory-Father and War-Ready, Allfather, War-Father, Rope-Rider and Hanged-God. I have never been known by just one name since I first walked among men. [49] “They called me Shadowed-Facehere at Geirroth’s place,but Gelding at Asmund’s,they called me Driverwhen I pulled the sleds,and Mighty at the assembly.Among the gods I’m called Wish-Granter, Speaker, Just-as-High, Shield-Shaker, Wand-Bearer, Graybeard. [50] “Wise and Wisdom-Granter were my names at Sokkmimir’s hall, when I deceived that old giant and I killed his famous son. I was his killer. [51] “You are drunk, Geirroth! You have drunk too much. You have lost too much when you have lost my favor; you’ve lost the favor of Odin and all the Einherjar. [52] “I’ve told you much, and you’ll remember little— your friends will deceive you— I see the sword of my friend dripping with blood. {71} [53] “Now Odin will have a weapon-killed man— I know your life has ended. Your guardian spirits are anxious, they see Odin here before you. Approach me, if you can. [54] “Odin is my name. But before they called me Terror, and Thunder before that, and Waker and Killer, and Confuser and Orator-God, Heat-Maker, Sleep-Maker, both Gelding and Father! I think all these names were used for me alone.

Enough of these discouragements Enough of these discouragements, you said. Enough gnawed skulls. Why all these red wet tickets to the pain theatricals? Why these boxfuls of ruin? Whole big-block warehouses full. Why can't you tell about flowers? But I did tell, I answer. Petal by petal, snowdrop and rose unfolding in season, I told them all— the leaf, the stem, the intricate bloom— I praised each one in its turn. I told about sunsets, as well, and silvery dawns, and noons. I told about young men playing their flutes beside pools and young girls dancing. I raised up fountains, golden pears: such gentle miracles. You didn't want them, these pastel flavours. You were bored by them. You wanted the hard news, the blows of hammers, bodies slammed through the air. You wanted weaponry, the glare of sun on metal, the cities toppled, the dust ascending, the leaden thud of judgment. You wanted fire. Despite my singed feathers and this tattered scroll I haul around, I'm not an angel. I'm only a shadow, the shadow of your desires. I'm only a granter of wishes. Now you have yours.

Thank you for letting me fall apart and then helping me put myself back together.

There’s a restless, pent-up power in the sea, and you know if it ever decided to stop respecting its boundaries, it could destroy you. But it does respect its boundaries. It stays where it should, so its power feels safe. When you stand here, surrounded by mystery and beauty and power, you feel safe.” “And you think I need to feel safe?

Another example of a wasted wish--though still better than a sloppy kiss. The problem with world peace was that it never lasted. Yes, if you wished for it and your wish was chosen, the Granters would make it happen, but for a fleeting moment only, and then the world went back to its usual routine. The last time that particular wish was granted it lasted for all of forty heartbeats (and fairy heartbeats at that, which are considerably faster). Less than a minute with no war, no bloodshed, no beating or bullying. Nobody really noticed.