Inheritance Quotes

“Pues es un exceso de imaginación lo que hace que los hombres se vuelvan cobardes, no es el miedo como muchos creen.

Galbatorix”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“You cannot expect wolves to become sheep. No, but neither do the wolves have to be cruel to the sheep.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“I'm not fighting for myself anymore.... It makes a difference.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“The silver-haired elf woman Yaela had knelt by the side of the grave, taken an acorn from the pouch on her belt, and planted it directly above Wyrden’s chest. And then the twelve elves, Arya included, sang to the acorn, which took root and sprouted and grew twining upward, reaching and grasping toward the sky like a clutch of hands. When the elves had finished, the leafy oak stood twenty feet high, with long strings of green flowers at the end of every branch. Eragon had thought it was the nicest burial he had ever attended.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“everything in this world must be paid for, whether in gold, time, or blood. Nothing is without its price.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“You’re a right heartless bastard, you are.”
“I have too many hearts,” said Eragon, though he knew the butcher would not understand.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Father,” he said. The word tasted strange in his mouth; he had never had cause to say it to anyone before. Then Eragon shifted his gaze to the runes he had set into the spire at the head of the tomb, which read:

HERE LIES BROM
Who was a Dragon Rider
And like a father
To me.
May his name live on in glory.

He smiled painfully at how close he had come to the truth. Then he spoke in the ancient language, and he watched the diamond shimmer and flow as a new pattern of runes formed upon its surface. When he finished, the inscription had changed to:

HERE LIES BROM
Who was
A Rider bonded to the dragon Saphira
Son of Holcomb and Nelda
Beloved of Selena
Father of Eragon Shadeslayer
Founder of the Varden
And Bane of the Forsworn.
May his name live on in glory.
Stydja unin mor’ranr.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Galbatorix used to call me Kingkiller. You’re Kingkiller as well now.”
“It seems to run in the family.”
“You’d better keep an eye on Roran, then.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“The chamber was empty, except for a rotting barrel in one corner. Across from them, three identical archways opened to three identical rooms, small and dark. Where those led, Eragon could not see.
The group stopped, and Eragon slowly straightened his back, wincing as his sore muscles stretched.
“This would not have been part of Erst Graybeard’s plans,” said Arya.
“Which path should we pick?” asked Wyrden.
“Isn’t it obvious?” asked the herbalist. “The left one. It’s always the left one.” And she strode toward that selfsame arch even as she spoke.
Eragon could not help himself. “Left according to which direction? If you were starting from the other side, left--”
“Left would be right and right would be left, yes, yes,” said the herbalist. Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes you’re too clever for your own good, Shadeslayer…Very well, we’ll try it your way. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if we end up wandering around here for days on end.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“We should proceed with caution,” whispered Wyrden.
Angela made a faint noise in her throat. “How else were you planning to proceed? With blaring trumpets and shouting heralds? Really.”
The elf refrained from answering.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“All we can do is strive to accept our fate with grace, whatever it might be.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true. I know, Eragon sighed, but it's not easy. Of course not. Few things of worth are.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“As he gazed at the sun-darkened warriors, battle-worn before him, he decided that he would rather fight a hundred enemies than have to stand up in public and risk the disapproval of others.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Why does everything have to be so hard? he wondered. Because, said Saphira, everyone wants to eat, but no one wants to be eaten.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Es imposible pasar por la vida sin recibir ningún rasguño. Tampoco es deseable. Por las heridas que acumulamos podemos conocer tanto nuestras locuras como nuestros logros.

Arya”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Si no haces algún enemigo de vez en cuando, es que eres un cobarde... o algo peor.

Ángela”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“And remember to watch out for earwigs and wild hamsters. Ferocious things, wild hamsters.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“The warrior who can adapt the easiest to the unexpected is the warrior who will live the longest.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“I contain more than my share of years. The memories of hundreds are mine. Life piled upon life: Loves, hates, battles, victories, defeats, lessons learned, mistakes made--all lies within my mind, whispering their wisdom into my ears.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“There are no safe paths anymore,”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“Let go of your worries and focus only on the task at hand. The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“In El-harím, there lived a man, a man with yellow eyes. To me, he said, “Beware the whispers, for they whisper lies. Do not wrestle with the demons of the dark, Else upon your mind they’ll place a mark; Do not listen to the shadows of the deep, Else they haunt you even when you sleep.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“You must learn … to see what you are looking at.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“If only everyone could see what we have seen, perhaps there would be less fighting in the world. You cannot expect wolves to become sheep. No, but neither do the wolves have to be cruel to the sheep.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“His knees grew weak, and he sat on Saphira’s right paw. She lowered her head and nuzzled his shoulder, and he leaned his head against her.
We did it, she said in a quiet tone.
We did it, he said, hardly able to believe the words.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“You’d better not let Galbatorix get the better of you, or I’ll be honor-bound to march in after you.”
“We’ll be careful,” Eragon said with a smile.
“I should hope so, because I doubt I could do much more than tweak Galbatorix on the nose.”
That I would like to see, said Saphira.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“If I had scales, this place would make them itch, he said to Saphira.
A small puff of smoke rose from her nostrils as she snorted with amusement.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“What’s more, if the Varden lose, Eragon and I can be together as brothers ought to be. But if they win, it’ll mean the death of Thorn and me. It’ll have to.”
“Oh? And what of me?” she asked. “If Galbatorix wins, shall I become his slave, to order about as he wills?” Murtagh refused to answer, but she saw the tendons on the back of his hands tighten. “You can’t give up, Murtagh.”
“What other choice do I have!” he shouted, filling the room with echoes.
She stood and stared down at him. “You can fight! Look at me…Look at me!”
He reluctantly lifted his gaze.
“You can find ways to work against him. That’s what you can do! Even if your oaths will allow only the smallest of rebellions, the smallest of rebellions might still prove to be his undoing.” She restated his question for effect. “What other choice do you have? You can go around feeling helpless and miserable for the rest of your life. You can let Galbatorix turn you into a monster. Or you can fight!” She spread her arms so that he could see all of the burn marks on her. “Do you enjoy hurting me?”
“No!” he exclaimed.
“Then fight, blast you! You have to fight or you will lose everything you are. As will Thorn.”
She held her ground as he sprang to his feet, lithe as a cat, and moved toward her until he was only a few inches away. The muscles in his jaw bunched and knotted while he glowered at her, breathing heavily through his nostrils. She recognized his expression, for it was one she had seen many times before. His was the look of a man whose pride had been offended and who wanted to lash out at the person who had insulted him. It was dangerous to keep pushing him, but she knew she had to, for she might never get the chance again.
“If I can keep fighting,” she said, “then so can you.”
“Back to the stone,” he said in a harsh voice.
“I know you’re not a coward, Murtagh. Better to die than to live as a slave to one such as Galbatorix. At least then you might accomplish some good, and your name might be remembered with a measure of kindness after you’re gone.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance

“I never thought to see the king of the dwarves crouched on the ground, playing in the mud like a child,” Eragon said.
Orik huffed, blowing out his mustache. “And I never thought to have a dragon and a Rider staring at me while I made an Erôthknurl.”
“And what is an Erôthknurl?”
“A thardsvergûndnzmal.”
“A thardsver--?” Eragon gave up halfway through the word, unable to remember the whole of it, much less pronounce it. “And that is…?”
“Something that appears to be other than what it actually is.” Orik raised the ball of dirt. “Like this. This is a stone fashioned from earth. Or, rather, so it shall seem when I am done.”
“A stone from earth…Is it magic?”
“No, it is mine own skill. Nothing more.”
When Orik failed to explain further, Eragon asked, “How is it done?”
“If you are patient, you will see.” Then, after a while, Orik relented and said, “First, you must find some dirt.”
“A hard task, that.”
From under his bushy eyebrows, Orik gave him a look.”
― Christopher Paolini, Inheritance