N.K. Jemisin Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by N.K. Jemisin
N.K. Jemisin Famous Quotes & Sayings
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There is an art to smiling in a way that others will believe. It is always important to include the eyes; otherwise, people will know you hate them.
But this is what it means to be civilized - doing what her betters say she should, for the ostensible good of all.
Home is people," she says to Asael, softly. Asael blinks. "Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind." Heresmith
With epic fantasy, there is a tendency for it to be quintessentially conservative in that its job is to restore what is perceived to be out of whack.
You pretended to hate him because you were a coward. But you eventually loved him, and he is a part of you now, because you have since grown brave.
But if you stay, no part of this comm gets to decide that any part of this comm is expendable. No voting on who gets to be people.
And what do they even call this? It's not a threesome, or a love triangle. It's a two-and-a-half-some, an affection dihedron.
True dreamers are both geniuses and madmen. Most lands can tolerate only a few, and those die young.
But Schaffa is a grown-up, and grown-ups need their sleep; that's what her father always said whenever she or Chaga did something that woke him up.
Didn't want to wait for death to come for you. Right. Stupid, stupid woman. Death was always here. Death is you.
(It is surprising how refreshing this feels. Being judged by what you do, and not what you are.) Lately
Only learning oneself better, and understanding one's place in the world, made the touch of another mundane.
Because I think I saw you, yesterday morning when I woke up. I think my eyes worked again, just for a moment, and you were the light I saw.
Sieh was a horrible father and a wretched friend and a barely competent employee, completely unworthy of being missed or mourned.
You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.
The look on her face is one of horror, or perhaps sorrow so great that it might as well be horror. Past a certain point, it's all the same thing.
Think you hate me because ... I'm someone you can hate. I'm here, I'm handy. But what you really hate is the world.
No, I'm telling this wrong. After all a person is herself and others. Relationships chisel the final shape of one's being. I am me and you.
Beware ground on loose rock. Beware hale strangers. Beware sudden silence. - Tablet One, "On Survival," verse three
Fear of a bully, fear of a volcano; the power within you does not distinguish. It does not recognize degree.
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
Once upon a time there was a
Once upon a time there was a
Once upon a time there was a
Stop this. It's undignified.
Once upon a time there was a
Once upon a time there was a
Stop this. It's undignified.
Grief sounds like a bad thing," I said, frowning. "Why don't you and Naha and Mama get rid of it?" "That would require removing love from existence.
We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.
Reconciliation is a part of the healing process, but how can there be healing when the wounds are still being inflicted?
But it is one thing to resolve to die, quite another to actually carry out that resolve in the midst of dying. Something
Immortality gets very, very boring. You'd be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.
It's the way the human brain works: when enough events occur in a pattern, we stop thinking and go into macro mode.
If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.
Did you know that writing stories down kills them?
Of course it does, words aren't meant to be stiff, unchanging things.
Of course it does, words aren't meant to be stiff, unchanging things.
It takes great strength to compromise, Shahar. More than it does to threaten and destroy, since you must fight your own pride as well as the enemy.
The priest's lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal's doom. My grandmother's lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.
When the reasoning mind is forced to confront the impossible again and again, it has no choice but to adapt. So
Let's start with the end of the world, why don't we? Get it over with and move on to more interesting things.
I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.
Someday, you must tell me what it's like there. Why all who come out of that place seem so very competent... and so very afraid.