N. Gemini Sasson Quotes & Sayings

What irony that in these months since I've been king, not for a day have I lived like one. — N. Gemini Sasson

And in that I never saw more truth...than to truly live, was to have something worth dying for. — N. Gemini Sasson

Halting, she turned to face me. It was dangerous to stop going forward. Inertia is a powerful thing. The longer we stood there, her staring at me as thoughts struggled to form into words, the more likely it would be that we wouldn't move at all. And then ... the corners of her mouth sank. Her lower lip twitched. No, Hannah. Now is not the time. — N. Gemini Sasson

I held my fingers out to the new day. I that virgin light -- bold strands of pink and orange breaking over the rim of the horizon -- I saw hope, and I wrapped my fingers around that light and brought it to my heart. — N. Gemini Sasson

Of Scotland, I cherished both the sprawling days of summer, when dusk and dawn were one, and the witching darkness of winter, when I would warm my hands by the hearth while song and company wrapped themselves around me like a cloak against the cold. I loved the height and breadth of the mountains and the mysterious depth of the lochs. — N. Gemini Sasson

Men are born and die. Kingdoms soar and crumble. Yet still the sun rises and sets. Few things are sure, but that there will always be a tomorrow and everything that has a beginning, also has an end. — N. Gemini Sasson

Tomorrow morning we'll rise again, more tired and hungry than we are today, but God willing still alive and whole. — N. Gemini Sasson

To live is to hold your child, your own flesh, your very blood, in your arms. To see her smile and wrap five tiny fingers around just one of yours. To live is to hold your wife close to you as you lie in bed and listen to her breathe -- to fall asleep, one against the other, fitted as if you were made for each other, and then awaked in the dawn when she turns to you and whispers your name. To live is to walk your land, knowing every tree and footpath and foxhole, and come home to the smell of a pot of stew, boiling over the fire. Home, wife, children. That is what it is to live. — N. Gemini Sasson

I've heard there are modern Scots clamoring for independence even in the twenty-first century. They even have their own parliament now - although to me that's kind of like Texas having its own president. — N. Gemini Sasson