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"Death comes for us all. We can only choose how to face it when it comes."
"Once you decide to gut a fish, there’s no use waiting till it rots."
"A flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did."
"When there are fish heads and blood in the water, you don’t need to see the silverpike to know they are there."
"Should and would build no bridges."
"Always plan for the worst, child; that way, all your surprises will be pleasant ones."
"You break your neck, and I’ll see it mended just so I can break it again."
"A shaping stone, to make us; a testing ground, to prove our worth; and a punishment for the sin."
"All men dream. But I know dreams for dreams. This is reality."
"A man who will not die to save a woman is no man."
"I may be a fool, but I intend to be a live fool."
"Men! When you cannot win an argument, you either run away or resort to force."
"My mother always told me the best way to learn to deal with a man was to learn to ride a mule. She said they have about equal brains most of the time. Sometimes the mule is smarter."
"Men often mistake killing and revenge for justice. They seldom have the stomach for justice."
"There is one rule, above all others, for being a man. Whatever comes, face it on your feet."
"There is an old saying here in the Borderlands: "Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.""
"It's never over, al'Thor. The battle's never done."
"Soon comes the day all shall be free. Even you, and even me. Soon comes the day all shall die. Surely you, but never I."
"Here, southlander, you can't quit while you are winning. Better than when I'm losing."
"Love is an odd thing. As odd a thing as there is."
"In the Borderlands, sheepherder, if a man has the raising of a child, that child is his, and none can say different."
"Jump in a hole without looking, and there’ll be a snake in it every time."
"It isn't swords or brawn we need now," Nynaeve said, "but brains. Men usually think with the hairs on their chests." She touched her chest absently, as if feeling for something through her coat. "Most of them do."
"Perrin ran a hand through his hair. The more he found out about kings, the less he liked them."
"A pig painted gold is still a pig."
"An Aes Sedai never lies, but the truth she speaks, may not be the truth you think you hear."
"Take life as it comes. Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can."
"Teach him how you will, a pig will never play the flute."
"The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men. And women."
"I will never shame you. I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow's black as her brideprice, you least of all."
"When you have never known a thing except to dream, it becomes more than a talisman."
"The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death."
"The fact that the price must be paid is proof it is worth paying."
"The best lie is often one too ridiculous to be taken for a lie."
"Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are."
"You'll use it [Perrin's axe], boy, and as long as you hate using it, you would use it more wisely than most men would. Wait. If ever you don't hate it any longer, then will be the time to throw it as far as you can and run the other way."
"Think if you want to stay alive. Fear will kill you if you don't control it."
"What is already woven cannot be undone. It will not make the trees grow again for you to bring the building down on our heads."
"Weep for what is lost forever."
"In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes."
"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again."
"This world’s brought me very little joy, very little satisfaction. It’s brought me nothing but tragedy from the time I was born. I regret every day I live. The human situation is not as unique as you think it is. We’re all the same. We all get kicked in the pants, we all have our moments of elation — though not much happiness. Happiness is a child’s word. There may be short periods of contentment, but very short. Life is mostly disappointment, tragedy, loss and failure."
"When we are collecting books, we are collecting happiness."
"The world is a terrible place, but it’s very interesting."
"About half of my published novels were written before I was published. So I didn’t write a book every two years, as some people think. Writing — I exist only for that. It’s the most important thing in my life. It’s not apart from me. I have no other interests, except cooking. I don’t belong to any organizations, clubs — I don’t go to lunches. This is my life, the most important thing — far more important than anything else I do. It has to be that way, otherwise you’re just a hobbyist. Now, a painter needs only to know the technique of his painting, and he has to have a tremendous emotional response to it. Musicians, sculptors — the same way. But they don’t have to know about everything. A writer does.<!-- He has to do a tremendous amount of reading, too. I’d rather go without food, sleep, even cigarettes, than go without books. I read at least three of four books a week, plus all kinds of publications, some very weird. I like to know what’s going on, what people think. I read the far left, the far right, and in between, to see what people are doing and saying."
"„…there will be no peace in the tormented world, only a programmed and systematic series of wars and calamities—until the plotters have gained their objective: an exhausted world willing to submit to a planned Marxist economy and total and meek enslavement— in the name of peace.”"
"I shudder at the very thought of being born again into this world. Life to me . . . has been a monstrous, painful, agonizing affair, and the idea of repeating such an existence — even if better in a way — is horrifying to me. . . . I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it."
"Do not believe for an instant that the world's conspiring elite in every nation have so much as a serious quarrel among them. They have just one object: control through tribute. Your slavery, through tribute, and mine... Behind this attack are the self-styled elite, secure in their own power and riches... To be effective we must direct our attacks on the real criminals, the wealthy, and powerful and secret elite of all the world - the conspirators laboring day and night to enslave us."
"The Liberation Ladies will lead to generations of women willing to support a tired husband, and provide for his old age. He can be snug-abed in the morning while she pounds off in her thick boots to her job or carries a briefcase to her office. And when she comes home at night - she can cook his dinner, too, and wash and iron his shirts. She can do the housework, while he watches TV and complains of the pain in his back - which she will eventually rub away at bedtime. Women wanted careers, didn't they? They can do a man’s work, can't they? Well, let 'em do it, and be glad they were able to get a husband besides, even if they have to take care of him! Men, in short, are licking their lips and, for the first time in history, are readying themselves to be the exploiters in their turn…. Mom's out there, plugging and 'fulfilling' herself, and why should Pop worry? He's had it coming to him since Eve...."
"There is no solid satisfaction in any career for a woman like myself. There is no home, no true freedom, no hope, no joy, no expectation for tomorrow, no contentment. I would rather cook a meal for a man and bring him his slippers and feel myself in the protection of his arms than have all the citations and awards and honors I have received worldwide, including the Ribbon of Legion of Honor and my property and my bank accounts. They mean nothing to me. And I am only one among the millions of sad women like myself."
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei auĂźer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!