Robin Hobb Quotes

A hero is not a champion of things become, but of things becoming; the dragon to be slain by him is precisely the monster of the status quo.

Oh God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea.

Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.

We're all put here for a reason. And one little movement changes your way of life.

We have to know that life cannot be changed by us. It will be changed. But not by us. We can only guide the things that can cause physical change.

Time brings all things to pass.

One minute you're a slug and the next minute you're a hero, so you don't know what to think.

People do not want words - they want the sound of battle - the battle of destiny.

The crises of our time, it becomes increasingly clear, are the necessary impetus for the revolution now under way. And once we understand nature's transformative powers, we see that it is our powerful ally, not a force to feared our subdued.

One thing I've learned: You never know where life is taking you, but it's taking you.

History thrusts greatness upon people in crucial moments.

When you look at the times in history when change was brought about, there were two factors: crisis and leadership.

No feats of heroism are needed to achieve the greatest and most important changes in the existence of humanity; neither the armament of millions of soldiers, nor the construction of new roads and machines, nor the arrangement of exhibitions, nor the organization of workmen's unions, nor revolutions, nor barricades, nor explosions, nor the perfection of aerial navigation; but a change in public opinion..

Heroism means going out of bounds. In this world things must go out of bounds from time to time... No one can desire that the world continue to muddle along in every respect in the groove into which imperfect laws and even more imperfect behavior have pushed it. Without heroic intervention no Council of Nicaea, no dethronement of the Merovingians, no conquest of England, no Reformation, no revolt of the Netherlands, no free America. The thing that counts is who intervenes, how and in the name of what.

To transform yourself is to transform your destiny.

You can't change what time has in store for you, as the only constant that I've known is change.

God - God's the wrong word - goddess or nature will conspire to transform you in a way you couldn't have imagined.

In the world of the superheroes, everything had value, potential, mystery. Any person, thing, or object could be drafted into service in the struggle against darkness and evil - remade as a weapon or a warrior or a superhero. Even a little bee named Michael - after God's own avenging angel - could pitch in to win the battle against wickedness.

O heaven! that one might read the book of fate, and see the revolution of the times.

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We've become what we needed to become."- Rand Al'Thor

But dreams change. Fate has a way showing you paths you want more.

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be beorn among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows form out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of binds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny. -from Commentaries on the Prophecies of the Dragon, by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to the Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age

It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?

Those of us who understand human history know the role taxation has played in shaping the destiny of mankind. The matter of taxes - more specifically, the right to tax - is clearly no stranger to controversy and has frequently served as the catalyst for revolutionary change.

But the thought arrived inside her like a train: Marya Morevna, all in black, here and now, was a point at which all the women she had been met—the Yaichkan and the Leningrader and the chyerti maiden; the girl who saw the birds, and the girl who never did—the woman she was and the woman she might have been and the woman she would always be, forever intersecting and colliding, a thousand birds falling from a thousand oaks, over and over.