The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Not anymore. I'm afraid I've degenerated into a bibliophile." "A what?" asked Eragon. "One who loves books," explained Jeod.

When I saw Fäolin fall, I understood then that the true agony of war isn't being wounded yourself, it's having to watch those you care about being hurt.

Anger is poison. You must purge it from your mind or else it will corrupt your better nature.

Really! Between you and Eragon, I seem to spend most of my time among the Varden healing people to silly to realize they need to avoid getting chopped into tiny little pieces

To while away the day contemplating evils that might have been is to poison the happiness we already have.

Do not become so attached to any one belief than you cannot see past it to another possibility. Brom to Eragon