His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could roll like thunder or hush down into a zepherlike whisper. He could imitate the voices of a dozen men at once; whistle so like a bird that the birds themselves would come to him to hear what he had to say; and when when he imitated the howl of a wolf, the sound could raise the hair on the backs of his listeners' necks and strike a chill into their hearts like the depths of a Drasnian winter. He could make the sound of rain and of wind and even, most miraculously, the sound of snow falling. . David Eddings
It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose;...
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Lang Leav
He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself...
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John Green
Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?
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Andrew Clements
The world is merciless, and it's also very beautiful.
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Hajime Isayama
There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.
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Steve Maraboli
More Quotes By David Eddings
God save us from religion.
What was that?" Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner." Brill, " Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on." Again?" Belgarath demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?"" Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked. The old man...
I thought you said you were the one in charge! " Ce'Nedra exclaimed. I lied." Silk said. "It's a vice I have.
...only in the surrender of the light could the darkness prevail.
Life without any wonder left in it is flat and stale.
