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Lois McMaster Bujold quotes

American Writer November 2, 1949

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When the souls rise up in glory, yours shall not be shunned nor sunderered, but shall be the prize of the gods' gardens. Even your darkness shall be treasured then, and all your pain made holy. Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold quote: "I wonder if we should add a box to tick off -- Reason for..."
I wonder if we should add a box to tick off -- Reason for travel: creepy planetary conquest... no, I suppose not. Lois McMaster Bujold
When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference. Lois McMaster Bujold
When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference. Lois McMaster Bujold
This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same. Lois McMaster Bujold
I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. 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. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista. Lois McMaster Bujold
Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?"Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks."Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling. Lois McMaster Bujold
His outflung hands traced over the threads of his rug, passed loop by loop through some patient woman's hands. Or maybe she hadn't been patient. Maybe she'd been tired, or irritated, or distracted, or hungry, or angry. Maybe she had been dying. But her hands had kept moving, all the same. Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold quote: "The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our..."
The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business. Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold quote: "The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it."
The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it. Lois McMaster Bujold
Realize this, though. Half my genes run through your body, and my selfish genome is heavily evolutionarily pre-programmed to look out for its copies. The other half is copied from the man I admire most in all the worlds and time, so my interest is doubly riveted. The artistic combination of the two, shall we say, arrests my attention. Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold quote: "A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind."
A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind. Lois McMaster Bujold
Apologizing to me again, thought Miles miserably. For me. He keeps telling me I'm all right—and then apologizing. Inconsistent, Father. He shuffled back and forth across the room again, and his pain burst into speech. He flung his words against the deaf door, "I'll make you take back that apology! I am all right, damn it! I'll make you see it. I'll stuff you so full of pride in me there'll be no room left for your precious guilt! I swear by my word as Vorkosigan. I swear it, Father," his... Lois McMaster Bujold
Damn it," he mumbled apologetically, "things like this never happened to Vorthalia the Bold."She raised a thoughtful eyebrow. "How do you know? The histories of those times were all written by minstrels and poets. You try and think of a word that rhymes with 'bleeding ulcer Lois McMaster Bujold
There will be grace and forgiveness enough, old dog, even for you. I pray you will spare me a drink from that cup, when it overflows for you.- Miles Vorkosigan Lois McMaster Bujold

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