💬 Quotes

"Aslan's instructions always work: there are no exceptions."

"Prawda nie zawsze wyzwala. Czasami po prostu sprawia, że zaczynasz się bać własnego cienia."

"Krew nie jest gęstsza od wody, gdy na szali kładziesz własne bezpieczeństwo."

"Nie szukam sprawiedliwości, szukam końca tej historii, zanim ona pochłonie mnie całkowicie."

"Najgorsze potwory to te, które przy śniadaniu podają ci dżem, a wieczorem wymazują twoje życie z pamięci innych."

"Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and wrong reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts and dying thus around us every day."

"A woman's life is made up of such tiny details—little acts of self-abnegation that no one ever counts or remembers, save the angels and God."

"There are some griefs that dwarf all others, and leave the heart too numb for tears."

"It is the commonplace days, the grey, uneventful hours, that test the real strength and metal of our souls."

"Youth is ever impatient of the slow grinding of the mills of God; it would fain leap to the harvest without the weariness of the sowing."

"Trust is like a fragile porcelain vessel; once cracked by deceit, it may be mended, but the scar remains forever visible to those who look closely."

"True nobility does not consist in high-sounding titles or broad acres, but in a steadfast adherence to duty when the path is lonely and obscure."

"The world is full of emperors and Napoleons, but they don't last. The people who have the real power are the ones who make you love them."

"Every true artist has to go through a period of isolation, of being driven back upon themselves, to find their own voice."

"The desire to create is the deepest need of the human spirit, reaching past mortality toward something permanent."

"What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive memory of our own youth?"

"It is not ambition that drives them, but a necessity as blind and compelling as the forces that drive the seasons."

"The canyon had a way of speaking to one's silences, stripping away the trivial until only the essential truth remained."

"In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs."

"It was the feeling that one had no choice, that one's way was cleared and lined and gauged for one, that was so oppressive and yet so safe."