Quotes from Jean M. Auel

Your wolf doesn't need to hate what he kills. It would be easier if we could kill without compunction, like your wolf does, but then, we wouldn't be human.

Hablan con sombras en la lengua.

youngster and approved of the

La mano y la vista hacen al artista.

It may be a stone you have never seen before or a root with a special shape that has meaning for you. You must learn to understand with your heart and mind, not your eyes and ears, then you will know.

marigolds were healing for open wounds, ulcers, and skin sores. Chamomile was an aid to digestion and a mild wash for wounds, and the wild rose petals floating in a bowl of water in the sun were a fragrant astringent skin lotion.

She is an unpleasant woman, who seems to think of little besides herself, with few friends and no real talents.

Broud is a man now, he will learn to control his temper.

He didn't know that panic was a survival trait, in extreme circumstances. When all else fails, and all rational means of finding a solution have been exhausted, panic takes over. And sometimes an irrational act becomes a solution the rational mind would never have thought of.

Ayla loved these moments of solitude. Basking in the sun, feeling relaxed and content, she thought about nothing in particular, except the beautiful day and how happy she was.

predilection

nor can a society last if a few people exercise their individuality at the expense of the community.

A few animals may eat nuts or fruits and others may browse leaves, or even twig tips from a tree, but bark and wood are largely inedible, and grow back slowly once destroyed. The same energy and soil nutrients put into an equal weight of grass will feed many, many more, and the grass will constantly renew itself.

He didn't know he had only the shell of the woman he loved. It didn't matter. The shell was enough.

middle of a vast continent, somewhere near the undefined

I am not the same man I was when you found me. You have changed me, woman, and I love you for it." "I, too, am changed, Jondalar. I love you.

Fifth Cave with her

Working with flint, he had often caused small sparks, but he thought of it as the living spirit of the stone released as part of the process.

It didn't occur to him to attempt to make a fire with the sparks. But then he was not alone in a valley living on the bare edge of survival, he was usually around people who nearly always had a fire going.

But even with that tremendous reservoir of information at her disposal, she had recently seen some vegetation that was completely unfamiliar, as unfamiliar as the countryside. She would have liked to

said. "Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Noria Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Make Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She heaved a sob, wishing she knew the words to tell him what she wanted to say. "I know, Noria. I know," he said

It gave her a sense of pride and accomplishment

En ocasiones las mujeres que no son perfectas resultan más interesantes; han hecho más o han aprendido algo.

were greeted warmly, but Ayla felt they were interrupting something. Everyone seemed to be looking at them, as though