Misfoutune always comes to those who wait. The trick is to find happiness in the breif gaps between distaters.

I am not who I was,' he whispered, gripping the edges of the column, 'but I know who I am.'... 'And I won't give up.

The best remedy for what ails me is being with you here under the sun.

The monsters of the mind are far worse than those that actually exist.

The debate raged on for so long, at last Saphira had interrupted with a roar that shook the walls of the command tent. Then she said, I am sore and tired, and Eragon is doing a poor job of explaining himself. We have better things to do than stand around yammering like jackdaws, no? ... Good now listen to me. It was reflected Eragon, hard to argue with a dragon.

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

He's acting as foolish as a kitten... but then, everyone's entitled to a little foolishness once in a while.