Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes

If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I'm sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.

Lois McMaster Bujold

How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness.

Lois McMaster Bujold

My home is not a place, it is people.

Lois McMaster Bujold

It's not a comfortable thing, to be chosen so. I tried to avoid it for a long time, but God finds ways of dealing with draft dodgers.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Power is better than revenge. Power is a live thing, by which you reach out to grasp the future. Revenge is a dead thing, reaching out from the past to grasp you.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Hands are integral with brains, almost another lobe for intelligence. What one does not know through one's hands, one does not truly know.

Lois McMaster Bujold

I would fight the world for you, but I'm damned if I can figure out how to save you from yourself.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Surely only correct understanding could lead to correct action.

Lois McMaster Bujold

He gave me no sign. I was never the sort to receive portents, or to delude myself that I had. Silence was always my portion, in return for my prayers.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.

Lois McMaster Bujold

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

Lois McMaster Bujold

A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

Lois McMaster Bujold

Exile, for no other motive than ease, would be the last defeat, with no seed of future victory in it.

Lois McMaster Bujold

A good friend of my son's is a son to me.

Lois McMaster Bujold

You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

Lois McMaster Bujold
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