Quotes from Sherwood Smith

When you love something enough time races ahead like the wind chasing autumn leaves, sending them skipping and dancing out of reach, no matter how fast you run. But when you want something and must wait to get it, time stops

Montrose tasted the coffee. No bitterness, a blend of several beans--some of which had been grown precisely the same way for over a thousand years--and just the right temperature. If pressed, he could name the chemical makeup of the coffee and the reaction of the human body to the brew. Yet there was still an almost mystical sense of well-being that few things imparted just by smell, taste, and warmth, and coffee was one.

He said the proclivities for indulging in gossip stems from the same impulse as the reading of novels, only gossip touches on real people. Therein lies the harm.

Who in the universe halts when the enemy tells them to?

though we can educate the younger generation, we can even command them, we cannot control their lives, much as we think we'd do a better job of it.

But I will never ask anyone from our village-from any village in Tlanth-to risk his or her life unless I'm willing to myself.

You will like Court life, I promise," she said, smiling sweetly as we went out of the parlor. I took care to walk behind her so she could not see my face.

If everywhere you go everyone watches you, and wants you, can you truly be yourself?

For the first time, I comprehended that love, at least for me, had nothing to do with sex.

Act'. How many good people do you really know? I discount those who mouth out platitudes for the edification of the young, and who truly are 'good', whatever that means? What a strange subject, and from such a strange person!Everyone I know is a mixture, some with more good than bad, and it varies on different days

Dun came to realize that a man whose entire purpose for living is to command a war will not want to spend his life waiting for its possibility. He was going to have one, and he was going to see to it—after all, it made military sense—that he would have it on his own terms, the ones with which he expected to win

Do you think he'll make a good king?" I asked. Again she seemed surprised. "Yes," she said. "But then I've known him all my life." As if that explains everything, I thought.

It was difficult to tell if she actually had a good singing voice because she added so many flourishes and trills that she sounded like a bag of demented parakeets.

They trample as many as they kill.

I am trying," he said with great care, "to ascertain what your place is in the events about to transpire, and to act accordingly. From whom did you get your information?" The world seemed to lurch again, but this time it was not my vision. A terrible sense of certainty pulled at my heart and mind as I realized what he was striving so heroically not to say--nevertheless, what he meant. He thought I was on the other side.

Beyond the doors, the street and the gates were empty. The Hill Folk had vanished as mysteriously as they had come. A shuddering sigh of relief, not my own, brought my attention home and heartward. I shut my eyes, smiling, and clung with all my strength to Vidanric as kisses rained on my hair, my eyes, and finally--lingeringly--on my lips. The duel was over, and we had won.

By the hundreds, from all directions, the Hill Folk had come to Athanarel.

Fall in love with heart, not head, to trouble you're led. Fall in love with heart and mind, then true love you'll find.

If the Prodigy Mozart had any notion how much torment he might cause people who had done no harm to him, he surely would have confined himself to stickball with his friends." "I believe that particular piece was

Marec was waiting in Shevraeth's tiny room. Shevraeth shut the door, and Marec dropped down onto the bed, snickering hoarsely in an effort to keep from being overheard by the boys. "You were terrifying." Shevraeth looked at him in surprise. "I was? I meant to be reasonable." "Sometimes reasonable is frightening," Marec said, still snickering.

The Prince's dark eyes narrowed with amusement, though his mouth stayed solemn--I knew I'd seen that expression before. "Please. You have only to ask." "I don't want a thing. It was more a question, and that is: If you can eat like this every day, why aren't you fatter than five oxen?" Bran set his goblet down, his eyes wide. "Burn it, Mel, I was just thinking the very same!

And for a brief moment I envisioned myself snarling Yes, ha ha! And I minced fifty more like him, so you'd better run!

He knocked me off my horse. But I'd taken an oath, so I had to do my best." I drew in a shaky breath. "I know I can't fight forty of you, but I'm going to stand here and block you until you either go away or my arms fall off, because this, too, is an oath I took.

There's no use in talking about the plan, because of course nothing went the way it was supposed to.