Quotes by Robin Hobb

I will always take your part, Bee. Right or wrong. That is why you must always take care to be right, lest you make your father a fool.

She had called herself a whore. That was a mans word, a shame-word flung at a woman. But she did not seem ashamed. She wielded the word like a sword, slicing away all his preconceptions of who she was. She had earned her living by her sex, and she did not seem to regret it.

You want a mate who will follow your dream. You dont want to give up your own ambitions to make someone elses life possible.I supposed thats true, Althea admitted reluctantly. An instant later she demanded, Why is that so wrong?It isnt, Amber assured her, A moment later she added wickedly, As long as youre male.

Why must it be one or the other? she countered. You are both a capable seaman and the son of a Bingtown Trader. Why should not I have both sets of skill?

Be a little puppet on their strings. That was what Reyn wanted from her, also. She recognized that even if he did not. He was attracted to her not just for her beauty and charm, but because she was young. He thought he could control all her actions and even her thoughts.

For the weakest has but to try his strength to find it, and then he shall be strong.

I can see that you go through life athwart it. You see the flow of events, you are able to tell how you could most easily fit yourself into it. But you dare to oppose it. And why? Simply because you look at it and say, this fate does not suit me. I will not allow it to befall me. Amber shook her head, but her small smile made it an affirmation. I have always admired people who can do that. So few do. Many, of course, will rant and rave against the garment fate has woven for them, but they pick it up and on it all the same, and most wear it to the end of their days. You... you would rather go naked into the storm.

That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is supposed to be...Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.

That destiny is not reserved for a few chosen ones. Each man has a destiny. Recognizing it and fulfilling it are the purpose of a mans life.

Many great ideas are not unique. They only become unique when the men who have the wherewithal actually to implement them come together.

One must plan for the future and anticipate the future without fearing the future.

There is no path to the future, Fitz. The path is now. Now is all there is, or ever will be. You can change perhaps the next breaths in your life. But after that, random chance seizes you in its jaws again. A tree falls on you, a spider bites your ankle, and all your grand plans for winning a battle are for naught. Now is what we have, Fitz, and now is where we act to stay alive.

If one bad thing befell me, I immediately linked it to every bad thing that had happened in the last week or might happen in the coming week. And when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.

Fool, there is no sense in trying to play that game with the past. Here is where we are today, and we can only make our moves from here.

There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another. But sometimes there is simply a long space after an ending, a time when it seems everything else has ended and nothing else can ever begin.

Its a fine day for a prayer. But then, most days are.Thats what you were doing? Praying? At his nod, I asked, For what do you petition the gods?He raised his brows. Petition?Isnt that what prayer is? Begging the gods to give you what you want?He laughed, his voice deep as a booming wind, but kinder. I suppose that is how some men pray. Not I. Not anymore.What do you mean?Oh, I think that children pray so, to find a lost doll or that Father will bring home a good haul of fish, or that no one will discover a forgotten chore. Children think they know what is best for themselves, and do not fear to ask the divine for it. But I have been a man for many years, and I should be shamed if I did not know better by now.I eased my back into a more comfortable position against the railing. I suppose if you are used to the swaying of a ship, it might be restful. My muscles constantly fought against it, and I was beginning to ache in every limb. So. How does a man pray, then?He looked on me with amusement, then levered himself down to sit beside me. Dont you know? How do you pray, then?I dont. And then I rethought, and laughed aloud. Unless Im terrified. Then I suppose I pray as a child does. Get me out of this, and Ill never be so stupid again. Just let me live.He laughed with me. Well, it looks as if, so far, your prayers have been granted. And have you kept your promise to the divine?I shook my head, smiling ruefully. Im afraid not. I just find a new direction to be foolish in.Exactly. So do we all. Hence, Ive learned I am not wise enough to ask the divine for anything.So. How do you pray then, if you are not asking for something?Ah. Well, prayer for me is more listening than asking. And, after all these years, I find I have but one prayer left. It has taken me a lifetime to find my prayer, and I think it is the same one that all men find, if they but ponder on it longer enough.

Back when he had first come to the monastery, they had given him a very simple ritual called Forgiving the Day. Even the youngest child could do this; all it required was looking back over the day and dismissing the day’s pains as a thing that were past while choosing to remember as gains lessons learned or moments of insight. As initiates grew in the ways of Sa, it was expected they would grow more sophisticated in this exercise, learning to balance the day, taking responsibility for their own actions and learning from them without indulging in either guilt or regrets.p. 240

Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.

To be part of a family, or any community, is to have duties and responsibility, to be bound by the rules of that group.

The days we shared I alone would remember now.I suddenly felt less real.