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"Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash."
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"Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the Stable. His eyes were shining, his face was solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King's ear, "By the Lion's Mane, I almost love this young warrior, Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash."
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"Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I don't think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets."
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"My valor is certainly going, it is sneaking off! I feel it oozing out as it were, at the palms of my hands!"
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"Valor is common but great souls are rare."
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"True, I am young, but for souls nobly born valor doesn't await the passing of years."
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"He put his wrists out in front, and as he spoke the words engraved on them, he turned his arms around slowly. 'Dum spiramus tuebimur, which in English reads: while we breath, we shall defend,' he told her."
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"Thais believed that in defeat the downtrodden, courageous soul would rise with the fiercest determination for victory. That is when the true spirit of warriors shined through and soared. A new day would dawn and with it a renewed hope would rise above the blood and the ash, strengthening even the weakest and igniting a birth of revolution."
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"Happy the man who ventures boldly to defend what he holds dear."
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"You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat-coward!"
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"If this long island story of ours is to end at last, let it end only when each one of us lies choking in his own blood upon the ground."
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"And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job--where the machine seems to run on much as usual--I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much."
Grief
"Every Christian is to become a little Christ. The whole purpose of becoming a Christian is simply nothing else."
Religion
"Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult."
Fact
"When you find yourself wanting to turn your children, or pupils, or even your neighbours, into people exactly like yourself, remember that God probably never meant them to be that. You and they are different organs, intended to do different things."
Individuality
"The 'doctrines' we get out of the true myth are of course less true: they are translations into our concepts and ideas of that which God has already expressed in a language more adequate, namely the actual incarnation, crucifixion, and resurrection."
Religion
"We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination."
Suffering
"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again."
Childhood
"In order to pronounce a book bad it is not enough to discover that it elicits no good response from ourselves, for that might be our fault."
Judgment
"When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more."
Consciousness
"But in general, take my advice, when you meet anything that's going to be human and isn't yet, or used to be human once and isn't now, or ought to be human and isn't, you keep your eyes on it and feel for your hatchet."
Awareness
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