Quotes from Robin Hobb

How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?' The ship shook his head and rain flew from his locks. 'That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to make all the rest of it to stop. The only way to achieve that was to put death between the world and myself.

Love can exist without need

Why had Althea's crazed words affected Etta like this? Then the answer came to him: she was pregnant. Women always behaved strangely when they were pregnant.

I found myself speaking softly as if I were telling an old tale to a young child. And giving it a happy ending, when all know that tales never end, and the happy ending is but a moment to catch one's breath before the next disaster. But I didn't want to think about that. I didn't want to wonder what would happen next.

I suddenly wished to go back, to have again each separate day to spend. Time. I was trapped in it, fenced into a tiny piece of now that was the only time I could influence. All the soons and tomorrows I might plan were ghost things that might be snatched from me at any moment. Intentions were nothing. Now was all I had.

Silence keeps a secret. I understand.' I

She had come to letters late in her life, and though she had mastered them, they had never become her good friends.

But if she let go of her anger, all that would remain was grief and pain. Anger was easier. Anger could be focused outward. Grief corroded from within.

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

He is not my lover. He is far more than that to me, far more precious. I am the White Prophet and he is my Catalyst, and we are come here to change the course of time. I am here to see that Icefyre lives.

It was as if I had been following a narrow trail, and had suddenly realized that at any time I could leave it and strike out cross-country.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, Nighteyes was frantic. 'Poisoned. That water is poisoned.' I couldn't frame a thought to reassure him.

have since come to know that many men always see another's good fortune as a slight to themselves.

This is philosophy, Fool. I have never had time to study such things." "No, Fitz, this is life. And no one has time not to think of such things. Each creature in the world should consider this thing, every moment of the heart's beating. Otherwise, what is the point of arising each day?

But all know that a woman cannot give her word to anyone, for women cannot possess honor. Women promise, and later they say, 'I did not understand, I did not mean it that way, I thought those words meant something else.' So a woman's word is without worth. She can break it, and always she does, for she has no honor to defile.

Not every problem in the world belongs to you alone, Badgerlock. Let others have their share.

I like to leave things tidy. One must leave so many things incomplete in life that I take pleasure in finishing those I can.

what I have become. And so I begin again, and again, but always find that I am writing of my own beginnings rather than the beginnings of this land. I do not even know to whom I try to explain myself. My life has been a web of secrets, secrets that even now are unsafe to share. Shall I set them all down on fine paper, only to create from them flame and ash? Perhaps. My memories reach back to when I was six years old. Before that, there is nothing, only a blank gulf

He has other soldiers, more capable than I." "Does that free you from your promise?" "You argue like a priest.

And I'd like to sleep!" "Sleep, then. It's good practice for death.

I don't think they're coming. Why must I stand here in the wind and rain?' 'Because it pleases me', Kennit snapped at him. Wintrow thought to intervene. 'You can have my cloak, if you like'. he offered. The Satrap scowled. 'It's dripping wet. What good would that do me?' 'You could be wetter', Kennit snarled.

They spoke of a dream of a child who bore the heart of a wolf.

You need a hot bath, Fool. Is privacy still your obsession?" He made a small sound that might have been a laugh. "Torture strips one of all dignity. Pain can make one shriek, or beg, or soil yourself. There is no privacy where your enemies own you and have no compunction, no human compunction at all about what they will do to you. So, among my friends, yes. Privacy is still an obsession. And a gift from them. A restoration in small part of what dignity I once had.

acho que Zar aprendeu a lição. Uma vez queimado, duas reservado. - Hmf. Uma vez deitado, sempre esfomeado seria um ditado melhor para este caso.