S.D. Smith Quotes

What will you do when the war's over?' Kylen asked. The Pilgrim nodded to Jo. 'Probably rebel and try to start my own rival kingdom,

Being a ruler is, contrary to popular notions, a calling of self-sacrifice. That is, if one wants to be a good ruler.

You can choose what you believe, Shuffler, but you can't change what's true.

The sunlight sparkled through the wind-bent boughs of trees, dancing in an ever-shifting pattern

Because you loved me. Before I was anything. Before I was at all lovable, you loved me. I won't forget.

Do you even know how to use one?' he asked. "The sharp part at the bad guys?' 'That's the general idea.

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Growing up is terribly wonderful. But often it's also wonderfully terrible.

Our love is a treasure, but it's not the house we keep the treasure in.' Heather smiled through the tears. 'There is a bigger world we fit inside, and we can't say yes to our love right here without saying no to the world. I can't. I know you can't either, or you wouldn't be the one I love so much.

She was seeing the other side of the tragedy, the world that lived, for now, only in the hopeful hearts of those who, though not seeing, saw.

Almost getting killed is stressful.' Kylen said, wiping his eyes. 'I feel like I've been doing it my whole life.' 'We have so much in common,' Jo said as they resumed their march.

He hobbled on, hoping they were close to escaping. But escaping to where?

The Green Ember burns; the seed of the New World smolders. Healing is on the horizon, but a fire comes first. Bear the flame.

He longed for a world where safe places for the weak and vulnerable were common, but that was not this world. Not right now.

Dear Kyle, you are the great nitwit of the world. Love, Jo Shanks.

All of life is a battle against fear. We fight it on one front, and it sneaks around to our flank." He paused, looked kindly at her. "Yes, Father. I understand." "I regret many things I've done," he said, "but most of all I regret those moments when I said to Fear, 'You are my master.

I am afraid... But I keep on loving what's on the other side of this fight, and that will have to make me brave.

I love a happy ending... because I need hope.

But there's another kind of mending that must be done. This place is full of farmers, artists, carpenters, midwives, cooks, poets, healers, singers, smiths, weavers -- Workers of all kinds. We're all doing our part. . . Some must bear arms and that is their calling. But this, she motioned back to the mountain behind her, "this is a place dedicated to the reasons why some must fight. Here we anticipate the Mended Wood, the Great Wood healed. Those painters are seeing what is not yet but we hope will be. They are really seeing, but it is a different kind of sight.

Chapter Nineteen

What is it, Father?" Picket asked as Mother tenderly took Jacks from him. "It's only that, when you're older, you hand out wisdom to your children like you know everything, but it is sometimes hard to follow your own advice.