Twelve Months Quotes

“Good men hurt. And they heal. And when you heal, when the pain has dwindled, it can make you harder, more bitter, more rigid. Or it can make you more…gentle. Understanding. Yes?” “Gentle…” I smiled faintly and shook my head. “Not what I’d call me.” “Then you are wrong,” Matias said quietly. “Gentleness is power that chooses to restrain itself. That is under control. Gentleness is someone strong who makes the choice to be careful with that strength. And that is you.” He exhaled through his nose and smiled at his son telling stories to things that most people thought were purely imaginary. “That is you.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“You can’t pick a favorite,” I said. “They’re books. They’re pieces of someone’s mind and soul. They’re almost friends.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“There was this empty pit inside me where all my recent pain and loss lived, and I felt an urge to hurl myself into it, but I held off. That was the point of all the meditation I’d been doing—to give me some measure of ability to keep functioning even when my body and my heart wanted me to collapse screaming. Sometimes that happened to me at night, late. I’d just start screaming. I’d scream and I wouldn’t be able to stop until I’d screamed myself out. Until I was breathing too hard to keep doing it, until my throat hurt, until my jaws ached from forcing my mouth open too wide. Bear said it happened pretty regularly to folks who had gone to war. That I should roll with it. I wanted to start screaming. But instead, I took a slow, measured breath as I had thousands of times over recent weeks, and murmured,”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“A wizard is never late,” I muttered. “He arrives as soon as he’s dealt with his PTSD.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“Gentleness is power that chooses to restrain itself. That is under control. Gentleness is someone strong who makes the choice to be careful with that strength.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“The Spice ’Goyles,”
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“There are moments in your life that are perfect. You know they won’t last long”
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“Sometimes the most compassionate thing you can do for someone is give them a gentle, firm boot to the ass,”
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“Ramirez drawled. “Did you threaten to defenestrate my partner just before I came up here?” “No,” I said defensively. “There are no windows up here.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“Pain is a fire. That’s true for all of the people, some of the time. If you’ve never had to stand in that fire, be patient: Your turn is coming. Whether the pain is physical or purely mental doesn’t really matter—it turns out that your brain reacts to it the same way, lighting up many of the same centers of perception. Some brainy types in lab coats proved that one fairly recently. The suffering from a broken heart is similar to that from a gunshot wound, in terms of how our minds react over the long term. It all hurts. When you have to live with that hurt, with that pain, when there’s no way to turn it off or get away from it, you start to make adjustments. Your choices in how you deal with your pain determine the course of your recovery. That’s why people who go through a difficult ordeal sometimes come out stronger, and sometimes they come out broken—but they always come out… Changed. Pain is a fire.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“The power of magic comes mainly from an emotional collection to whatever the intention of any given spell happened to be.”
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“If I’d been a community activist or a cult leader instead of a wizard, I’d have been off to a great start.”
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“The real problem with any kind of militant order was there always seemed to be a few people in them who were militant first”
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“Mighty big talk for someone dipped in stupid and rolled in lucky”
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“None of us own our children. We have a little while to hold them in trust”
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“Stupidity,” Mab mused. “Courage. The only difference is the outcome.”
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“And if it hurt to do it, well. Only the living felt pain.”
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“Which was your favorite?” she asked. “You can’t pick a favorite,” I said. “They’re books. They’re pieces of someone’s mind and soul. They’re almost friends.” I started back down the stairs again. “Sometimes a poet speaks best to what’s happening to you. Sometimes it’s a philosopher. Sometimes it’s a storyteller. Lately, I’ve been thinking of Kipling a lot.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“Basil,” Basil said touching his own chest, and then went down the stairsteps in order of height. “Bay. Thyme. Cardamom. Sage. Parsley. And Cinnamon.” “Etienne liked to cook,” Bob said sourly. “The Spice ’Goyles,” I said with a straight face. Bob groaned.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“The loom does not stop weaving because a single thread feels strain,” hissed the crone. Her voice came from somewhere overhead, clear and strong. “The arrow of time flies swift. The hour draws near. Subtlety is a luxury that can no longer be afforded. The ancient ways and ancient drives and ancient pains draw nearer by the hour. And this young thing must be readied for them—or broken, and another weapon chosen.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“part of me whispered that I didn’t deserve such comforts after all the things I’d done wrong. That’s what pain sounds like when it talks to you.”
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“The real pain was all in my head. That’s why the routine was important. Fires are all chaos. Putting them out requires the imposition of order, and getting your head back into order means routine. I didn’t feel like doing any of the standard morning things—mostly I wanted to lie there and hurt. But that wasn’t the same thing as healing. There would be time to let myself bleed again tomorrow. And there were people who needed me. So I followed the routine, trusting that the pain would slowly grow less. It hadn’t, that I could tell, but it would. I kept telling myself that. Out loud. I’d been devastated before. I’d healed before. I just needed time.”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“The suffering from a broken heart is similar to that from a gunshot wound”
― Jim Butcher, Twelve Months

“Everyone you meet is a threat as well,” Lara said, her eyes glittering. “You’re just too young to see it yet. You still think that society, civilization, law, these imaginary fortresses you’ve constructed, are something solid. They can vanish in a day.”
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“Peace and happiness aren't the same thing. Not at all.
Happiness is peace in action.
And peace is happiness at rest.
And neither one has to be perfect to be real.”
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“One of the best things you can do for a friend is wait. Sometimes for them to understand something. Sometimes for them to decide on something. But mostly”
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“Stop learning”
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“The suffering from a broken heart is similar to that from a gunshot wound, in terms of how our minds react over the long term.”
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“Other people do,” I said firmly. “There’s a world of damned decent people out there”
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“Sometimes getting more power means accepting more limits.”
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