Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.
Fear is an instinct, like hunger or anger. We need it to help us survive, and it is nothing to be ashamed of. It lets us know whether we should fight or flee.
know that without night there is no day; without lies, no truth;without despair,no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection.
Everything Dies. That is the law of life-the bitter unchangeable law
But life is not a legend or a story. Reality is far more precious than a story.
Man, who thinks he knows everything. But what does man know...Man cares only for himself, in his fear and hate.
Real courage is not to give up hope, even in the most terrible darkness, and to carry on. That if courage and love is deep as despair, deeper, then light may come again
I'm frightened of nothing anymore," answered Fell simply, "except lies. For they're the real killers.
Stones are raw, they blunt my paw, but words will never hurt me.
Now go away, or I'll get my friends the Bats to bite you.
Why does death engender fear? Because death meant change, a change greater then we have ever known, and because death was indeed a mirror that made us see ourselves as never before. A mirror that we should cover, as people in olden days covered mirrors when someone died, for fear of an evil. For with all our care and pain for those who had gone, it was ourselves too we felt the agony for. Perhaps ourselves above all.
Our destinies are our own, if we have the courage to take control of them.
In that moment she learnt one of the greatest secrets of life: It is often easier to fight for others than it is for yourself.
Not stories told by wolf or man to frighten children, of Wolfbane and of werewolves, of grasht and goblins and of silly vampires, fables to frighten cowards with the threat of evil and of sin. But the power that lives beyond those stories, and makes them strong indeed, that lives in nightmares and in sleep. That is ribbed into the very fabric of conscious being. The power of love and hate.
It's those that fight hardest for freedom who are never free.
You are not evil, Fell. You have just been robbed of love. Of light.
Wolves hate farewells.
And, Kar, love is not a commandment, it is a need, as real as eating.
Death,' whispered Tarlar, 'you do not fear it, Fell? By water, or any other way?' 'What is to fear?" answered the black wolf. 'If it is an end, then so be it. For there is no pain in that, except the pain left to the living... And if death is not an end, then what more than a wonderful journey.
But of all the animals, man holds the fate of the world in his hands.
I wish the battles of men could be solved in their heads.
The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.
On his brow a leaf of oaken, Cangeling child shall be his fate. Understanding words strange spoken, Chased by anger, fear, and hate.
That we can never know," answered the wolf angrily. "That's for the future. But what we can know is the importance of what we owe to the present. Here and now, and nowhere else. For nothing else exists, except in our minds. What we owe to ourselves, and to those we're bound to. And we can at least hope to make a better future, for everything.
To you, Fell. Can't you feel it? Inside you, as it lies inside all the Lera. Know thyself, wolf.
