Janet Morris Quotes

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.

Survival has its own etiquette.

Let fools believe what fools believe.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.

You've been playing gods-and-witches again, that's clear.

And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

You must become like yourself.

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

One man can make another's life so much better.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Painful things are quickly forgotten.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

War is all and king of all

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

But we're dying here.

I'm reverent from a distance.

Love sees all; hate is blind.

In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all one Sacred Band. If you will have us. And mine will fight by yours, henceforth, as brothers.

Live to fight on other days.

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.

Revenge is fruitless.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

So some will be left who remember.

Survival's the thing, isn't it?

Such hubris could only come from a man's mouth.

The sun is new every day

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.