“I learned that sometimes you must be willing to lose something precious to you in order to escape and to endure - that no matter how unthinkable it might seem to make such sacrifice, all the same it must be… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“Strange isn't it? How it's the direction we are viewed from that makes us attractive or abhorrent.” — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“The darkness is not so empty as you imagine. Think of attending a party at night, in a house brightly lit with candles. If… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“Ivoleyn is the most beautiful and remarkable woman in all of Altania, he said, his throat so tight the words inflicted a pain upon… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“Though I stand in darkness, I will fear no shadow. Though I am lost, I will know the way. Though I dwell in sorrow,… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“The man who does the greatest harm is the man who does nothing at all.” — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“It is an odd fact that certain words will leap at one out of a jumble of voices. Once such a thing is heard,… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“It is often the case that matters less important but more pressing distracts us from the things that press less upon us but are… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
I will not deny that my heart has long occupied itself with the most tender feelings for another. So strong were these impulses that… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
A word is all it takes to put a man in prison, or to seize his property, or to end his life. A saber… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
when all of life becomes crowded with profound and weighty matters, making time to engage in trivial things becomes an even greater priority. — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“Beer might make a smart man dull, but coffee is worse because it can delude a dull man into thinking he's smart.” — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
“Cannot a rugged and misty landscape be adored by the eyes as much as a sunlit garden? Perhaps it is adored even more for… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
He was smiling again, his face alight, and Ivy knew her own expression was a mirror to his. Ivoleyn, he said, softly now, as… — Galen Beckett Copy Share Image
