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Quotes by Jacqueline Carey

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

Love as thou wilt

All knowledge is worth having.

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Those that yield are not always weak

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

Its funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

For this too I learned, that a storytellers tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve ones homeland

It is a dangerous thing to bring a dream to life....I have watched my deepest, dearest hopes take shape, and I am not entirely sure I like the shape they have taken.

People believe what they are told.

Its the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a gods chosen.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart