White Gold Wielder Quotes

“That stays alone for me to say Or will be heard. But I cannot speak out that word Or ever let my loved one go: How can I bear it that these rooms Are empty so? I sit among the dust and hope That dust will cover me. I stir the ashes in the hearth, Though cold they be. I cannot bear to close the door, To seal my loneliness away While dust and ashes yet remain Of my love’s day.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“While one valiant heart yet defends the Earth, evil can never triumph utterly.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Sometimes ignorance is the only kind of bravery or at least willingness that does any good.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Unearned knowledge rules its wielder, to the cost of both.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Unearned knowledge is perilous. Only by the seeking and gaining of it may its uses be understood, its true worth measured.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Castigation is a doom which achieves itself. In punishing yourself, you come to merit punishment.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“There’s only one way to hurt a man who’s lost everything. Give him back something broken.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“We are mortal, and the visage of failure is heinous to us. But we are not required to succeed. It is required of us only that we hold fast in every gale and let come what may.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Service enables service. Hope came from the power and value of what was served, not from the one who served it.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder

“Pardon me that I have feared for you. Fear is born in doubt, and you have not merited my doubt.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder: The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant Book Three

“My heart has rooms that sigh with dust And ashes in the hearth. They must be cleaned and blown away By daylight’s breath. But I cannot essay the task, For even dust to me is dear; For dust and ashes still recall, My love was here. I know not how to say Farewell, When Farewell is the word That stays alone for me to say Or will be heard. But I cannot speak out that word Or ever let my loved one go: How can I bear it that these rooms Are empty so? I sit among the dust and hope That dust will cover me. I stir the ashes in the hearth, Though cold they be. I cannot bear to close the door, To seal my loneliness away While dust and ashes yet remain Of my love’s day.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, White Gold Wielder