Listen my hatchling, for now you shall hear Of the only seven slayers a dragon must fear. First beware Pride, lest belief in one’s might Has you discount the foeman who is braving your sight. Never Envy other dragons their wealth, power, or home For dark plots and plans will bring death to your own. Your Wrath shouldn’t win, when spears strike your scale Anger kills cunning, which you will need to prevail. A dragon must rest, but Sloth you should dread Else long years of napping let assassins to your bed. ‘Greed is good, ’ or so foolish dragons will say Until piles of treasure bring killing thieves where they lay. Hungry is your body, and at times you must feed But Gluttony makes fat dragons, who can’t fly at their need. A hot Lust for glory, gems, gold, or mates Leads reckless young drakes to the blackest of fates. So take heed of this wisdom, precious hatchling of mine, And the long years of dragonhood are sure to be thine. E.E. Knight
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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Plato
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
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Nicholas Sparks
Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.
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Sarah Dessen
But you're so busy changing the world Just one smile can change all of mine
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Jack Johnson
You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breath, shine like the sun buzz like a...
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Uncle Kracker
More Quotes By E.E. Knight
Does that have to go in?” Lada asked.“ What do you mean?” Wistala said, brought back to the dictation.“ The battle. Betrayals. Incompetence, even cowardice. Boats falling, mud everywhere, blood running from balconies, carrion birds poking marrow from bones, dwarves hanging from bridges, burned corpses,...
A hot lust for glory, gems, gold or mates, Leads reckless young drakes to the blackest of fates.
Father, it’s Wistala. Wistala.”Father grimaced. “You’re a star, Wistala – I saw you twinkling beneath dear Irelia last night. You, Auron, and Jizara all in a row. I’ll be up there soon. Wait.
A dwarf will fight for honor, but a man will kill for pride.” Auron thought for a moment. “What’s the difference?”“ Honor is how others see you. Pride is how you see yourself.
That’s the best thing about friendship. It is a gift that cannot be lost. Only thrown away.
