William Nicholson Quotes

I will win the crowd. I will give them something they have never seen before.

"It is better," says Eckhard, "to look at the wall. You look at the wall, you have your own thoughts. You look at he TV, you have the thoughts of the state."

-Mi, hátramaradottak, utadra bocsátunk. Sok év rabság vaskapujáról leverve a lakat. Menj hát szabadon a gyönyörű országba. Bocsáss meg nekünk, e befelhőzött világon szenvedőknek. Vezess bennünket, várj bennünket, ahogyan mi téged várunk. Még viszontlátjuk egymást.

The song of the wind singer will set you free.

Forgive me for needing you
to be strong forever.
Forgive me for fearing
your unhappiness.

As you suffer
so I shall suffer.

As you endure
so I shall endure.

Hold my hands
and walk the old walk
one last time,
then let me go.

Querer a los que tienen el poder es un instinto humano natural.

El Maestro

Brothers, what we do in life, echoes in eternity.

She slapped Kestrel’s face. Without thinking twice, Kestrel slapped her back, as hard as she could. The young woman burst into tears. The servant saw this, aghast.
“Baby!” She exclaimed. “Oh, my poor baby!”
“You’ve been kind to me,” said Kestrel, “and you’re very beautiful, but if you hit me again I’ll kill you.

Use your power gently.

We read to know we're not alone.

If you die, I'll die.'
'But is you live, I'll live.'
- Bowman and Kestrel, Firesong

Un acto de terror obliga a obedecer. Sin obediencia hay caos. Con obediencia llegan la paz y el orden. Primero obedecemos por temor. Después obedecemos por amor.

Marius Semeon Ortiz

To put it another way, pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world. Why must it be pain? Why can't he rouse us more gently, with violins or laughter? Because the dream from which we must be wakened, is the dream that all is well.

Today begins my walk with you." They spoke together, their voices sounding softly in the cold air. "Where you go, I go. Where you stay, I stay. When you sleep, I will sleep. When you rise, I will rise. I will pass my days within the sound of your voice, and my nights within the reach of your hand. And none shall come between us.

All the fear in the world, and the violence that comes from the fear, and the hatred that comes from the violence, and the lonliness that comes from the hatred. All the unhappiness, all the cruelty, it gathers like clouds in the air, and grows dark and cold and heavy, and falls like grey snow in thick layers over the land. Then the world is muffled and numb, and no one can hear each other or feel each other. Think how sad and lonely that must be.