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Cynuit Quotes By Alain De Botton

One of the unexpectedly important things that art can do for us is to teach us how to suffer more successfully. — Alain De Botton

Cynuit Quotes By Friedrich Nietzsche

Where solitude endeth, there beginneth the market-place; and where the market-place beginneth, there beginneth also the noise of the great actors, and the buzzing of the poison-flies. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Cynuit Quotes By Edwin Percy Whipple

Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time. — Edwin Percy Whipple

Cynuit Quotes By James Joyce

How mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys! — James Joyce

Cynuit Quotes By Lisa Kleypas

I like that word," Pandora mused. "Strumpet. It sounds like a saucy musical instrument." "It — Lisa Kleypas

Cynuit Quotes By Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

Not everything which comes from the birth parts of a woman is a human being. — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz

Cynuit Quotes By Bernard Cornwell

The fear came then. The shield wall is a terrible place. It is where a warrior makes his reputation, and reputation is dear to us. Reputation is honour, but to gain that honour a man must stand in the shield wall where death runs rampant. I had been in the shield wall at Cynuit and I knew the smell of death, the stink of it, the uncertainty of survival, the horror of the axes and swords and spears, and I feared it. And it was coming. — Bernard Cornwell

Cynuit Quotes By Derek Parfit

We might neglect our future selves because of some failure of belief or imagination. — Derek Parfit

Cynuit Quotes By Bernard Cornwell

I was screaming with joy because the battle calm had come, the same blessed stillness I had felt at Cynuit. It is a joy, that feeling, and the only other joy to compare is that of being with a woman.
It is as though life slows. The enemy moves as if he is wading in mud, but I was kingfisher fast. There is rage, but it is a controlled rage, and there is joy, the joy that the poets celebrate when they speak of battle, and a certainty that death is not in that day's fate. My head was full of singing, a keening note, high and shrill, death's anthem. All I wanted was for more Danes to come to SerpentBreath and it seemed to me that she took on her own life in those moments. — Bernard Cornwell