Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods'… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
But pain... seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Never do yourself, what you can con professionals into doing for you. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“It reminded him of that definition of his father's. A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. The mind was… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“I was imagining the most bizarre things befalling you.” “Did they include a six-hundred-pound ice bear and a pirate poet?” “No…” “Then they weren’t… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“No, amusing me only, I wonder if they realize how they are used?" "Not a bit. They think they are the emperors of creation."… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“You bastards are on the top of Imperial Lord Auditor Miles Vorkosigan's very own shit list now, you bet. But under what name? Only… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“Anyway, if the Cetagandans really wanted to assassinate you, they'd hardly do it here. They'd slip something subtle under your skin that wouldn't go… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him. — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“I always thought my parents could fix anything. Now it's my turn. Dear God, how did this happen?” — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
“I think it is not so much the growth of virtue, as simply the replacement of prior vices with an addiction to one’s god.”… — Lois McMaster Bujold Copy Share Image
