Janet Morris Quotes

I'm reverent from a distance.

I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.

What we hold sacred is honor, justice, and glory. You need not swear allegiance to our storm god, to serve with us. Fighters are among us from many lands, with many gods and many beliefs. Believe as you will. What is between a man and his god is theirs alone to say.

Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.

The sun is new every day

It was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant shirking the responsibilities of honor.

"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

War's balance will prevail.

Men are fools who forget what really matters while time goes by.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.

Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

Let fools believe what fools believe.

I...keep trying to be perfect. For you. So you'll notice me.

Painful things are quickly forgotten.

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It surmounts evil,' he told me, 'keeps doom at bay.'

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

There is no mercy in trading life for life. And certainly no righteousness. Mercy, once given, cannot be taken back.

The only unfair fight is the one you lose.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

Every man heals himself.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.

There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future, but not theirs: paired cavalry fighters; formed ranks of armored death; grim men on their tall horses with lightning limning weapons tailored to the task; men spoiling for a fight if the gods allowed - the Sacred Band of Stepsons, out from shadows and the dark.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.

Order is its own reward.

For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.

Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.

And personally, I've lost my thirst for vengeance.

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.

Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.