Fatemarked Quotes

“The truth is a snake of many colors, dear, it can change depending on who is charming it.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“Death is but a change in existence, like rain turning to ice in the north or evaporating to mist in the south.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“This is a hard world, son, but only the strongest are chosen to face the hardest things. Someone is telling you that you are strong.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“But heroes are not born, they are grown. Each choice is a drop of water, each experience a ray of sunlight. They grow, day by day, until they are the tallest tree in the forest, willing to protect all who live under”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“Like how rain can look like tiny crystals when struck directly by sunlight,” the prince said. “Like how in the springtime the wind will blow the long grass and you can almost imagine it’s dancing.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“I am no hero, either.” “Perhaps not. But heroes are not born, they are grown. Each choice is a drop of water, each experience a ray of sunlight. They grow, day by day, until they are the tallest tree in the forest, willing to protect all who live under their shadow.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“Sometimes I wonder if the ghosts of my bad ideas will come back to haunt me in the still silence of the winter night.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“It’s not what you start with, it’s what you do with what you’ve been given,”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

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― David Estes, Fatemarked

“Sometimes there are those who must die in order for there to be peace.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“I am human—I want what I cannot have, and I have no interest in that which is mine.”
― David Estes, Fatemarked

“opening to reveal toothless maws. He knocked their disease-weakened arms away and fought onward. When Roan reached the top of the human pyramid, he was exhausted, his knees trembling, his back sore. Even his bones felt weary, the constant use of his power sapping them of all strength. Three plague victims were trying to grasp the stone, but their dark skin was slippery with sweat from the fever burning through their bodies. Hearing Roan’s approach, they turned, their lips contorted with pain. “Help me,” one said, his”
― David Estes, Fatemarked