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Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By Frank Herbert

Is that the name you wish, Muad'Dib?" Stilgar asked. "I am an Atreides," Paul whispered, and then louder: "It's not right that I give up entirely the name my father gave me. Could I be known among you as Paul-Muad'Dib?" "You are Paul-Muad'Dib," Stilgar said. And — Frank Herbert

Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By Cassandra Clare

She had thought once that there were good people and bad people, that there was a side of light and a side of darkness, but she no longer thought that. She had seen evil, in her brother and her father, the evil of good intentions gone wrong and the evil of sheer desire for power. But in goodness there was also no safety: Virtue could cut like a knife, and the fire of Heaven was blinding. — Cassandra Clare

Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By Nick Nolte

I am a good sewer. My mother taught me how to sew. — Nick Nolte

Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By Barry Gibb

The only thing that exists to me is commercial pop music. — Barry Gibb

Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By Katrina Ramos Atienza

It's supposed to have hassles and obstacles. Love is never neat nor easy nor smooth-sailing all the way. Love is about disagreements and fighting and difficulties and making up and adjusting and growing together. It's about passion, it's about getting hurt, it's about laying our neck out in the line for each other. Love isn't about lying down letting your partner steamroll you just because you 'don't want a fight'. — Katrina Ramos Atienza

Ebony Blade Mephala Quotes By William Faulkner

I had seen and known negroes since I could remember. I just looked at them as I did at rain, or furniture, or food or sleep. But after that I seemed to see them for the first time not as people, but as a thing, a shadow in which I lived, we lived, all white people, all other people. I thought of all the children coming forever and ever into the world, white, with the black shadow falling upon them before they drew breath. And I seemed to see the black shadow in the shape of a cross. And it seemed like the white babies were struggling, even before they drew breath, to escape from the shadow that was not only upon them but was beneath them too, flung out like their arms were flung out, as if they were nailed to the cross. — William Faulkner