Murtagh (The Inheritance Cycle #5)

by Christopher Paolini

“Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.”

She spoke with him as the person he was, not the person others believed him to be.

And yet, to be seen as he was, and accepted…was there any greater grace?

Weakness was dangerous; weakness allowed others to hurt and exploit you. Weakness was the first step on the path to death.

he found solace in existence without contemplation.

No one truly lives apart. We are all connected.

he hated being left behind among strangers. Most of all, he hated how familiar a feeling it was.

Existence was a tomb wherein the sins of the past lay interred.

Fragile is the flower that grows in darkness. Precious is the flower that blossoms at night. Their gardeners absent, blind, or uncaring. But bent and broken petals still have beauty All their own. Have care where you tread, lest you Trample the treasures scattered before your feet.

No one is perfect. No one makes it through life whole and unscathed. So do not blame yourself for what is out of your control. We are here, and we have each other. That is what is important.