“The Forest that had been about her all her life, certain as a mountain, was made ashes. The high gable that had… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Chose? If you believe that I chose any part of the pitiful shadow of a life you see before you, you are… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“So often in life, moments that are long anticipated turn out to be profound disappointments.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“I spent half my childhood in the shadows. Hiding from my father or my brother. Creeping from a place of solitude to… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Rulf laid a single arrow beside the body, and Koll reckoned he was struggling to keep back tears. ‘From nothing, to nothing,’… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Friends are people one pretends to like in order to make life bearable.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Life's a queue of small irritations with the Last Door at the end.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Nothing had worked out the way he’d hoped. He should’ve expected it by now, maybe. After all, things never had before. And… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“One day you're something, so promising and full o' dares, so big the world's too small a place to hold you. Then,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Savor the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the little things that happen while you're waiting for… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“You ever have the feeling you were in the wrong place? That if you could just get over the next hill, cross… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“That got him thinking about his life. It seemed a bitter, pointless sort of a life now.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“But I guess you learn to stop hoping, after a while. Life teaches you to expect the worst, eh?” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“I’d hate to be lost. But prepare yourself for the possibility of disappointment. Life is full of them.” And the manner of… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“That got him thinking about his life. It seemed a bitter, pointless sort of life now. No one was any better off… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath. You have to love the small things,… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Life rarely turns out the way we expect. We must bend with the circumstances.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“I’ve fought in three campaigns,” he began. “In seven pitched battles. In countless raids and skirmishes and desperate defences, and bloody actions… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Life—the way it really is—is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse.” —Joseph Brodsky” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. “I fell. I’m a clumsy fool.” “I know how you feel. I’m such a fool I knocked half my teeth out and… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Mercy and weakness are the same thing in war, and there's no prize for nice behavior.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The lowly have small ambitions, and are satisfied with small indulgences. They need not get fair treatment. They need only think that they do... ” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“What do the dice say?" Dice say nothing. They are dice." Why roll'em, then?" They are dice. What else would I do with them?” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Nostalgia was becoming a favoured hobby of his. Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud. — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Knives,’ muttered Calder, ‘and threats, and bribes, and war?’ Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. ‘Yes?’ ‘What kind of a fucking wizard are you?’… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were… — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
