Dreams of the Dying Quotes

“You won’t find out if you give up.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“The mind is a malleable thing. Soil, if you’re feeling poetic. Depending on the seed, anything will grow in it, from graceful gardens to idyllic meadows, from weedy forests to foggy swamps. Harmonious or chaotic, peaceful or perilous, healthy or ill—it’s all a matter of seeds.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“Once the mind commits to a story, the facts become secondary. Truth bows to bias.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“People were so quick to point at all those inspiring stories of catharsis, completely ignoring the fact that the vast majority of the broken never beat their demons, that the drunkard’s son stayed with the bottle, the war widow never conquered her loneliness, and the defiled child never wiped that imagined black stain from their soul. Because in a world that worshipped the victorious, who the hell wanted to hear about the defeated?”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“Our minds shape reality ... that is why superstitious peasants burn witches, jealous lovers murder their beloved, and lonely veterans put nooses around their necks.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“Emotion is a powerful rethorical tool, but only when used judiciously. Calculated anger can be terrifying. Tantrums and hsyteria are pathetic.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“My point is, all these discussions about good and evil, where do they ever lead? A man is dead, and three children were orphaned. No amount of moral judgment and labeling will change that. Instead, we should ask ourselves what factors led to this situation and then work on improving those. Cause and effect, that’s all that matters.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“If a middle-class merchant buys his wife some overpriced silk dress he has been saving toward rather than saving a beggar from starvation, why is that any less ‘evil’ than what the Great Dreamers do?”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“There is a myth that soldiers aren’t afraid when they charge into battle. It’s a lie: the fear is always there, worming through the pits of their stomachs and crawling over their shaking hands. Life or death depends on their ability to kill this fear and let that other beast take over, the one that fought, the one that maimed, the one that turned green boys into killers. The one that survived.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“I want him to see, you know?” Lissja said. She was staring into her drink, not moving a muscle. “Oonai. I want him to wake up and see the ruins of his life, see what he did to his wife and to Inqshi, and the city. I want him to walk down Fortune Road and see the corpses in the ditches, I want him to breathe the ashes of all the houses he burned down, I want him to look all those orphans in the eye and explain to them why his lust for power was more important than their parents’ lives.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying