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It can be a fearsome weapon, patience. One that few men ever learn to use.
Proof is boring. Proof is tiresome. Proof is an irrelevance. People would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes.
He was gradually starting to realise that the more powerful a man became, the fewer choices he really had.
If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?
But you can’t truly hate a man without loving him first, and there’s always a trace of that love left over.
I chose glory and success. The box did not contain what was written on the lid.”
It can be a terrible curse for a man to get everything he ever dreamed of. If the shining prizes turn out somehow to be empty baubles, he is left without even his dreams for comfort. All the things that Jezal had thought he wanted—power, fame, the beautiful trappings of greatness—they were nothing but dust. All he wanted now was for things to be as they had been, before he got them. But there was no way back. Not ever.
Trust. It was a word that only liars used. A word the truthful had no need of.
What good does blame do? We all do what we have to. I gave up looking for reasons a long time ago.”
A curse we all have to bear. Round and round in circles we go, clutching at successes that we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.
