Oh, fine new friends you have—until They betray you. If the gods toy with you, cousin, it is for Their ends, not yours. - Lois McMaster Bujold

"I would be considerably more impressed with your god, dy Cabon," said Ista through her teeth, "if He could have arranged one life's worth of simple protection in advance, rather than three hundred lives' worth of gaudy vengeance afterward."

I’m sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

I've always thought tests are a gift. And great tests are a great gift. To fail the test is a misfortune. But to refuse the test is to refuse the gift, and something worse, more irrevocable, than misfortune.