Quotes from Raymond E. Feist

Love is like a lot of things, it is always best done with the head. Save mindless efforts for mindless things.

he had seen the worst and best of the rest, and had gone from a fraternity of men bent on trivial gain by any means, including murder, to a fellowship of men who would sacrifice even their own lives for the greater good. His ambition was to be like them, to be noble by strength of purpose and clarity of vision rather than by accident of birth.

But to speed it along, he needs to know that pain will come. The knack is to not engage the pain, not hold on to it like a treasured thing, but to simply let it pass through and wait until it's gone. It will come less frequently and after a time, be gone.

he reminded himself as he turned another corner — glancing automatically into the shadows to see if anyone lurked there — the deed was the thing, not the praise.

The pride Kaspar had seen in his father's eyes, despite the admonishing words about foolish acts, had branded the boy for life. 'Never be afraid.' He knew that no matter what, any choice must be made fearlessly, or else all would be lost.

here you've got to live, breathe, and eat trust, or you're dead.

Come you near or go you far, light from candle or flick'ring star? See what you will, or so you think, but is water sweet before you drink? Who can know of truth and lies? When can a man believe his eyes? Suspect what's known to mortal senses, for our nature vaults all mystic fences, that stand between that which is and seems, and back we are to truth ... or dreams.

You learn something new every day, if you just stop to pay attention.

My father used to say, "a day spent breathing is a good day

Forgive me, Magnus.' 'I don't know if I can.' 'You must.' Still looking into the distance, he said, 'You need my forgiveness?' 'No. I'm dead. You can do nothing for me. You need to forgive me so you can live.

A shrieking battle cry echoed on the wind, a spine-tingling scream that sounded like the baying of the wolves closing in on their prey.

That was not the professional hatred of one warrior for another in the heat of battle, in which even beneath the hatred there still existed a certain begrudging respect.

Tragic to kill a friend in battle by mistake when there are so many enemies to go around.

The thought struck Dennis that a hundred years before he was even born Tinuva undoubtedly knew of the river. Again he realized just how ancient the elven race was and with it came the recognition of just how much they risked when facing battle: it wasn't just a score of years in the balance, it was a score of decades.

the sound of old winter ice breaking at spring's touch

Old enemies must be friends when a greater evil looms.

It's difficult the first time you have to get close to kill another. You see their eyes, see the light in it go out. Even a troll's eyes have that light. I'd be worried if you didn't feel something after that. I don't like hunting with a man who's a killer without that feeling.

Of course we'll be there." After Amos left, Ghuda shook his head. In a sour tone he muttered, "Why are we going to Crydee, Ghuda? I haven't the vaguest idea, Ghuda. Shall we go find Nakor, Ghuda? Certainly, Ghuda. Then shall we strangle him, Ghuda?" With a single nod of his head, he answered himself, "With great delight, Ghuda.

Never think taking a life is easy. Do that and in a way they win.

There is no magic, only tricks.

It was something he had never quite understood about himself. He had seen thousands of men die in nearly ten years of war and could look on it at times with a near-total detachment, but an animal suffering - be it a horse or needra injured in battle, or the stag now dying - moved him deeply.

power is limited to the strength of will within the man who holds it. Falter in your resolve and you will fall. Remain steadfast and you shall prevail. Always remember that. 'Come

From our birth we are all dying, but some of us finish sooner than others.

He remembered how his father had told him that when it snowed even humans could see the wind, and it was so. He watched as gusty eddies danced and flickered, a single flake pausing for a moment to hover before his eyes, a twirling crystal of light, the exhale of his warm breath causing it to dance away even as it melted.