Scribes Quotes

“They say instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of clichés, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising. However, who has not hung on a scripture, a quote, a statement, only to stumble upon the key phrase that brought all things to a turning point? The greatest sermons and speeches were pieced together by illuminating thoughts that powered men to surpass their own commonness. It is the sparkling magic of letters forming words, and those words colliding with passion, that makes statements into wisdom.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“while riders may be the weapons of our kingdom, it's the scribes who have all the real power in the world.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Scribes freak me out. Quiet little know-it-alls, acting like they can make or break someone by writing something down.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Witch witch witch witch witch witch - witch witch witch witch witch witch - witch witch witch witch witch witch, which witch are you?”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“So simple yet so complex. We are the source of it all. Currently the currency that exist is our credit from God but instead of the credit given to God, we worship what was created instead of the Creator. You can never truly have ownership of the created and ownership of the created isn't only currency but you as well. Serve the Creator and you take ownership of you which is property of God.”
― Jose R. Coronado, The Land Flowing With Milk And Honey

“Il est douloureux de rester silencieux devant ce qu’on entend.
Mais il est vain de répondre à l’ignorant.
Répliquer à ses propos crée la discorde.
Son coeur n’acceptera pas la vérité.”
― Christian Jacq, Initiation à l'égyptologie

“Writers and other artists are mostly just historians, produced by nature to describe, decipher and thus historically represent the Universe.”
― Jack Freestone

“According to Kitché tradition, history was divided into Ages, or Cycles. For a new Age to begin, the previous one had to end. The sages and priests said that every ending was painful, but they had no power to determine whether the new era would be better or worse than the one we were living in. What was certain was that none of us would willingly lend ourselves to creating it from our own ashes.
The Kitché have always spent their lives trying to postpone the end of the contemporary Cycle as long as possible and cajoling demons and gods to allow them to succeed.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the five Inauspicious Days of Uayeb passed without the prophecy coming true.
A sudden caress of thorns slid from the nape of my neck down my spine.
I'll do my best."
Leera had said the same thing before leaving, but she had died trying to complete her task. I could suffer the same fate as her, or even a worse one, and Uzubah's pained eyes seemed to scream it. We hummingbird girls were short-lived: although we were fortunate enough to survive the tasks entrusted to us. from the ajaw or from the High PriestOur fragile body was rapidly wearing out day after day, mission after mission, and in the end we succumbed.
When the scribe went into a violent coughing fit, I jumped, letting go of his hand. Bumping Yuga's shoulder, I ran to a corner of the room to grab one of the clay jugs on the floor. I brought it to the scribe without bothering to pour the contents into a bowl or mug. He clung to it as if he hadn't drunk in days, managing to quell his cough only after splashing water everywhere.
The illness that afflicted him was the same one that, sooner or later, struck all stonecutters and quarrymen. The dust he inhaled when he was in one of the many quarries around the city made his breathing irreparably difficult, oppressing his chest. Even though he could have spared himself such a thankless task, he had always indulged his desire to personally choose the blocks of stone he would later engrave. He didn't seem to care about his own fate, but he had always worried about me, and for this reason he had preferred to have me specialize in painted inscriptions rather than stone carvings, despite my clumsy ability with a brush. I had often settled for engraving animal bones or wood, even though it wasn't the same as working with limestone or sandstone.”
― Krisha Skies, La ragazza colibrì (Libri)