Quotes from Alice Borchardt

He is tremendously strong, she thought, and liked the idea, even as she had feared that strength when she first met him

The eyes were too intense, tortured almost. He was tall, but the body was wiry rather than powerful. Nature had gifted him with a cats grace and lethal swiftness, rather than the raw power of a bull.

Have I your word? yes, you have my word. But, you dont believe me. no, mens promises to women are easily made and even more easily broken.

Do you hate me so much? no, I cant hate you. I wish I could, but I cant

Everybody always knows where they stand with you, don't they?

He was, she thought, as beautiful as a young god, lying on his side among the grass and flowers

Thats the trouble. all i wanted was a tumble in the hay. oh, boy, i said. ill bet that cute thing is fun and games. what he doesn't know about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees, i can sure teach him

Remember this central truth. Your enemy is there because he, too, has weighed the consequences of failure and accepts them. Play always to win, because nothing else matters

Shes direct enough

At worst, they were vile creatures who needed to be wiped from the face of the earth. At best, such behavior shows a dangerous lack of self-control. The first business of a warrior is self-restraint

For what is a flower but lifes expressed passion for itself. Sudden and brief, but certain and eternal at the same time

God, to breathe. Air. You dont know what it means until you cannot take a breath

the little death. What would or could be left of a human being after such an experience?

some men know from birth that they are expendable they fought to won. If you did not win, you did not run either

till we meet again, my heart awaits you. till we meet again, you will trouble my dreams

Death alone gives meaning to life, and you will never fully live until you know you must die. And make your peace with that knowledge.

So fair a victor, how can I help but be conquered.

Maeniel felt this was why all the great sages never wrote anything down. In the final analysis, scriptures are futile things, dependent as they are on the intentions of the interpreter. All too often too literal a mind can lead human students into strange follies. Sometimes it is better to allow the searchers to try to plumb the depths of the great mystery on their own and accept that not every one of those taking the road will see the same end.

Love is eternal. That is its terror and its final beauty. Love never ends. The joy may go out of it, and, in time, even the pain may end. But it lingers like a living thing and follows you every moment of your life.

Do we despise the rose because its beauty is fleeting? Some do, and seek comfort in glass or marble... ...Glass shatters, marble is eaten away by the tides of time. But the rose has unfurled its banner every spring to the sun and will do so for god knows how many uncounted ages more.

I'm not interested in being insulted," Maeniel said. "I'm interested in being full. I'm hungry. Insult me after dinner, then I will have time for you.

Oh yes, I admire books. I still do. They can preserve a truth for twice a thousand years and teach it to any who has the skill and cares to read it. They can also fix a lie in stone forever. But worse still, they—the books—can be about nothing at all. Nothing real.

My father told me that if a man is the head of the house, the woman is its heart. And a man without a heart is no more than a corpse.

If death be the last thing I do, why, I pray the gods and heroes of my people that I try to do it as well as I have done more pleasant things.