Chris Galford Quotes

Chris Galford Quotes

Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, history nonexistent. As they said, dead men told no tales.

Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.

The simple truth? History was never simply history. If it was anything it was another collar - another means to control.

Nothing lives long but the mountains and the earth. All the rest is air.

A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote - a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive hope. Flutter, flutter heart, beyond your base and noble part. All eyes behold the passing.

Are we not all one flesh? One mind? A sword brings power. Knowledge brings coin. With either, one can make blood reckoned, can earn names. The only thing that differs between a noble man and a working man is that they have now, while the other does not have it yet. Such things can be taken. They are always taken.

Life moved in circles. Such was the path. What came would come again, breath to breath, until each riddled out the truth within. War was a path to the next, as sure as any, but lies gained nothing.

Man tames not vengeance; vengeance breaks the man.

Everything burned, everyone lied, and no one paid for it but the ones in the muck.

Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do was make it worse. Such quiet madness, the masses led.

Some run the cliffs, and set upon an eagle’s wings. Others mire in the den, and once within, can never leave again.

Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar beneath the points of daggers.

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