The Last Light of the Sun Quotes

“A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done . . . something.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“It does not end. A story finishes-or does for some, not for others-and there are other tales, intersecting, parallel, or sharing nothing but the time. There is always something more.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“Forgetting is part of our lives, my lord. Sometimes it is a blessing, or we could never move beyond loss.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“We Cyngael live where the farthest light of Jad falls. The last light of the sun. It needs attending to, my lord, lest it fail.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“It is in the nature of things that when we judge actions to be memorably courageous, they are invariably those that have an impact that resonates: saving other lives at great risk, winning a battle, losing one’s life in a valiant attempt to do one or the other. A death of that sort can lead to songs and memories at least as much—sometimes more—than a triumph. We celebrate our losses, knowing how they are woven into the gift of our being here. Sometimes, however, an action that might be considered as gallant as any of these will take its shape and pass unknown. No singer to observe and mourn, or celebrate, no vivid, world-changing consequence to spur the harpist’s fingers.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“start across country to Erlond, where his own people had settled. In a still-forming colony like that one there would be many men with stories they didn’t want told. That was how a people’s boundaries expanded, how they moved on from starting points. Questions didn’t get asked. You could make a new life. Again.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“If it makes you feel better, dying here, I’m not a farmboy,”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“Will you do me harm?'
Alun opened his eyes. She was a silver shining in the wood, beyond imagining. He saw the trees around them and the summer grass.
'Not for all the lights in all the worlds,' he said, and took her in his arms.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“It is in the nature of things that when we judge actions to be memorably courageous, they are invariably those that have an impact that resonates: saving other lives at great risk, winning a battle, losing one’s life in a valiant attempt to do one or the other. A death of that sort can lead to songs and memories at least as much—sometimes more—than a triumph. We celebrate our losses, knowing how they are woven into the gift of our being here. Sometimes,”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“Another breeze, entering the room. Dawn wind. He would be going home soon. He would sit with her, and look out upon the sea. Morning was coming, the god's return. Almost time to rise and go to prayer. The bed was very soft. Almost time, but the darkness had not quite lifted, light still to come, he could linger a little with memory. It was necessary, it was allowed.

End it with the ending of a night.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“As far as Kendra was concerned, defiance needed to get you somewhere, or it was just...being noisy.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun

“Her hair went pale, nearly white, came back towards gold but not all the way. She said, "You were in the pool. I... saved you there." Her voice, simply speaking words, made him realize he had never, really, made music with his harp, or sung a song the way it should be sung. He felt that he would weep if he were not careful.

"How? Why?" He sounded harsh to his own ears, after her. A bruising of the starlit air.”
― Guy Gavriel Kay, The Last Light of the Sun