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"I do this so you cannot help but hear. a wise man views a moonless night with fear."
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"I never feel unsafe except for when the majority is on my side."
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"The strongest intimidation, by the way, is the invention of a hereafter with a hell everlasting."
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"You all know," said the Guide, "that security is mortals' greatest enemy."
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"The eye of danger and the face of fear are what really pull off a person's mask."
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"Are you afraid now?" said Gregor."At times," she admitted. "But it is no worse than if I were in Regalia. You see, I was tired of constant fear, so I made a decision. Everyday when I wake I tell myself it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it."Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer."And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?"
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"I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind."
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"Our shadow is on the outside. And we can see in the dark: we can see you, we see you turn away, but one day we finally understand that you turn away not from our faces but from your own fears. From those things inside you that you think mark you as someone unlovable to your family, and society, and even to God."
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"When Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid moment that she was back in the Underworld."
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"Fear is proof of a degenerate mind."
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"Repentance is not so much remorse for what we have done as the fear of the consequences."
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"So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it."
Love
"Denna is a wild thing," I explained. "Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna."
Nature
"The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn's ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die."
Mortality
"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
Love
"Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong."
Philosophy
"I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it."
Healing
"After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were sticking his hand into a fire. Nothing happened, both of them seemed moderately surprised."Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort."
Humanity
"When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it."
Relationship
"She shelled the nuts and toasted them, jiggling them about in the pan. She sprinkled them with salt and ate them each by each. Some were bitter. Some were sweet. Some were hardly anything. That was just the way of things."
Nature
"If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself."
Beauty
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