Til helvette er det åpen adgang for alle, men antallet plasser i paradis er begrenset.

Herregud for en vakker verden vi har ødelagt...

Nothing can save you, not youth or beauty or wealth, not intelligence or power or courage. You are all alone, in the middle of an ocean, with the lights going out.

The "pub" was an invention of humans living in England, designed as compensation for the fact that they were humans living in England.

I realized that if getting drunk was how people forgot they were mortal, then hangovers were how they remembered.

The dreams of men belong to God.

One writes music because winter is eternal and because if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.

When a woman looks upon one's scars with wonder, and sees not the glory of battles won, but sheds tears for the pain of injury suffered, then love is born. When she pities a man's history and wishes away his past troubles with present comforts, then love is awakened. When that which makes a warrior hard is met with beauty offered most tender, then can he find love.

It is so long before the mind can persuade itself that she, whom we saw every day, and whose very existance appeared a part of our own, can have departed forever - that the brightness of a beloved eye can have been extinguished, and the sound of a voice so familiar and dear to the ear can be hushed, never more to be heard.

I know now that there is something dead inside me though I cannot remember exactly when it died.

You love your life because it's yours.

It was like watching the hands of a clock chase each other around the dial. Nothing ever seems to change, but all the while, something precious slips away.

There is a popular theory that when a woman falls in love with a man, she falls in love with two men: the man he is, and the man she wants him to be.

The powers that be have a way of outlawing many beautiful things made by ordinary people. I don't know why that should be, I only know it is.

Give me your trust said the Aes Sedai.
On my shoulders I support the sky.
Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
Bur trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a hearts blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.

(...)

Give me your trust said the queen on her throne,
for I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
and no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death.

A man is a maze of brambles in darkness, and even he does not know the way.

Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.

Jeg har aldri lett etter diamanter. Jeg har alltid kunnet glede meg over glasskåret som gnistrer i grusen når solen treffer det.

(...) det er en lang vei å gå, og det er ikke sikkert verden vil vente på meg.

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