[We] had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth.

How Will I ever Get out of this Labyrinth?!

Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?

Who can set us straight in our labyrinth from the mazes of his own?

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

Ged stood sick and haggard. He said at last, “Better I had died.” “Who are you to judge that, you for whom Nemmerle gave his life? — You are safe here. You will live here, and go on with your training. They tell me you were clever. Go on and do your work. Do it well. It is all you can do.

We have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us — the labyrinth is thoroughly known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.

Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.

Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?