Mirror Gate (Harbinger, #2)

by Jeff Wheeler

Every human is, to their own mind, the center of all known worlds—the axle on which it all turns.

“Please do not attempt to infect me with your worries.”

One of the strangest things about life is that we are as much defined by our hopes as we are our secret fears. We are, for the most part, the product of what we think about the most.

“Whatever comes, Adam, whatever happens to either of us, I hope we shall always be friends.”

now they were on the cusp of adulthood, at the age when every decision they made seemed powerful enough to propel their lives in a different direction.

There are always two reasons people do anything. There’s the real reason, and then there’s the one we think sounds good to others.”

Any sky manor could come tumbling down to earth. Such was the fate of a woman whose only ambition was to marry well.

A person is but the product of their thoughts. What I think, I become. The challenge is in the taming of the maelstrom.

If thoughts were a special kind of alchemy, she wanted to be sure she chose to foster the very best kind.

Those who serve grow weary in the service.”

Only a small portion of the people will ever reach their true potential in life. Because it is difficult. Because one must pursue excellence with unwearying vigilance. And that, my young friend, is beyond the capacity of most of humanity.

The mind could only think of one thing at a time, and she had every right to control what those thoughts would be.

“When each generation builds on the knowledge of its forebears, the whole of civilization progresses.

“For in much wisdom is much grief; and he that increases knowledge increases sorrow.”