The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm: Eragon

Sometimes you have to stand and fight. Sometimes running away isn't an option.

- I have questions, he said. - Then you have more wisdom than most.

You can't break something and mend it a moment later with pretty words. Broken things stay broken. Wounds heal into scars, not skin.

Strive for wisdom! Or at least a decrease in idiocy.

After a moment, she felt Tornac pull her sleeve back down, and he said, "That... is a very impressive scar. You should be proud of it." Confused, she looked back at him. "Why? It's ugly, and I hate it." A faint smile played around the corners of his lips. "Because a scar means you survived. It means you're tough and hard to kill. It means you lived. A scar is something to admire.

Elva just stared, a wise conversational technique that I recommend in a great many situations.

Sailing down from the underside of the firelit clouds was a small ship of grass,

Happiness, Eragon had decided, was a fleeting, futile thing to pursue. Contentment, on the other hand, was a far more worthwhile goal.

Was that a true story?” “Of course it was a true story!” exclaimed Skarghaz, stomping back to his chair. “We would not tell you a story that said wrong things about the world, Rider.” “No, I mean, did it really happen?

Does the eagle worry about the length of the day? Does the bear or the deer or the fish in the sea? No. So why should you? Chew what you can and leave the rest for tomorrow.

Blaming the dead for our mistakes never accomplishes much.

Many will advise you to dig for the truth, but you must never, never do that. I have dug. I have seen what lies below, and I would not wish that upon the worst of you.

In light of my impending dotage, I decided to put pen to paper and write an account of my life. An autobiography of sorts, if you will." "Your impending dotage, eh?" The curly-haired woman didn't look any older than her early twenties. Eragon hefted the packet. "And what am I supposed to do with this?" "Read it, of course!" said Angela. "Why else would I traipse across the whole of Alagaësia and beyond but to get the informed opinion of a man raised as an illiterate farmer?" Eragon eyed her for a long moment. "Very funny.

Just because something was difficult or uncomfortable didn’t mean it wasn’t worth doing.

I’m just trying to avoid making the same mistakes as before.

Sometimes it was easier to fight a battle than to figure out how to deal with the more mundane details of life.

She took the fork. “Thank you,” she said, solemn. “All good weapons deserve a name,” said Tornac. “Especially magical ones. What would you call this one?” Essie thought for a second and then said, “Mister Stabby!

They’ve planned for every possible way out of here.” But not, I thought, the impossible ways.

from the start by my inexperience. All the gold in the world is worthless if you are wandering in an endless desert without a supply of water. What value do the secrets of the universe

The stars are stationary; the rotation of the planet creates the illusion of stellar motion.

Beware of shadows that walk, human. There are strange forces at work in the world.

Does the bear or the deer or the fish in the sea? No. So why should you? Chew what you can and leave the rest for tomorrow.

gleaming claws tapped against the stone. Always there will be those who need something of us, but you have to take care of yourself, little one. You’ve done enough for the day. Put aside your pen and let go of your worries. There is still light

My, you have grown wise in your old age.” “Not really. I’m just trying to avoid making the same mistakes as before.” “One could argue that is the definition of wisdom.

I have questions,” he said. “Then you have more wisdom than most.

But knowing and doing are two different things.

¿Se preocupa el águila por lo que dura el día? ¿Lo hacen el oso, el ciervo o los peces del mar? No. ¿Por qué tienes que hacerlo tú, pues? Haz lo que puedas y deja todo lo demás para mañana.