Life is just an endless chain of judgements. . . . The more imperfect our judgement, the less perfect our success.
I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.
Home is the place where they have to take you in
But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
Most people go on living their everyday life: half-frightened, half indifferent, they behold the ghostly tragic-comedy that is being performed on the international stage before the eyes and ears of the world.
If you are wired to your memory, repetitions will happen and redundancy will come; but if you are paying attention, that changes your ability to look at things
The homestead policy was established only after long and earnest resistance; experience proves its wisdom. The lands in the hands of industrious settlers, whose labor creates wealth and contributes to the public resources, are worth more to the United States than if they had been reserved as a solitude for future purchasers.
Catelyn had never liked this godswood. She had been born a Tully, at Riverrun far to the south, on the Red Fork of the Trident. The godswood there was a garden, bright and airy, where tall redwoods spread dappled shadows across tinkling streams, birds sang from hidden nests, and the air was spicy with the scent of flowers.