Quotes from Christopher Paolini

Whether fate and destiny really exist, the only thing I can do is enjoy the present and live as honorably as possible.

It also troubled him when he contemplated how such a partnership must, by its very nature, reduce the individuality of those involved.

Victory is victory, dead is dead, however it is achieved.

These books are my friends, my companions. They make me laugh and cry and find meaning in life.

It is far better to be taught to think critically and then be allowed to make your own decisions than to have someone else's notions thrust upon you.

everything in this world must be paid for, whether in gold, time, or blood. Nothing is without its price.

Determination is as common among men who are dull and foolish as it is among those who are brilliant intellects.

Brom bowed his head. Those who love the pain and suffering of others. They wear many faces and go by many disguises, but there is only one name for them: evil. There is no understanding it. All we can do is pity and honor the victims.

Misfortune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the brief gaps between disasters.

No olvides, Eragon, que nadie se ve a sí mismo como un villano y son pocos los que toman decisiones sabiendo que se equivocan.

I suppose I won't see you for a while, so farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!

Hemos de ceder a nuestros impulsos de herir o matar a cualquiera que nos moleste, de tomar cuanto queremos de quienes son más débiles y, en general, de despreciar los sentimientos de los demás? Somos imperfectos por nacimiento y debemos vigilar nuestros defectos para que no nos destruyan.

The only true guide is your heart. Nothing less than its supreme desire can help you.

Hay que ser valiente para admitir que te equivocabas.

I'm not fighting for myself anymore.... It makes a difference.

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

As he gazed at the sun-darkened warriors, battle-worn before him, he decided that he would rather fight a hundred enemies than have to stand up in public and risk the disapproval of others.

A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not … but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.

Why does everything have to be so hard? he wondered. Because, said Saphira, everyone wants to eat, but no one wants to be eaten.

I never want to hear you use that excuse again, that because someone else has done—or would do—something means that you should too. It's lazy, repugnant, and indicative of an inferior mind. Am I clear?

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.

Whether fate or destiny really exist, the only thing I can do is enjoy the present and live as honorably as possible.

Turmoil accompanies every great change.