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The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10) QUOTES

The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10) QUOTES

1 " Say your prayers, think quietly what you should do, do it, and sleep. There is no man living, neither king nor emperor, can do more or better, or trust in a better harvest. "

― Ellis Peters , The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10)

2 " So Rhun had arrived at the last frontier of belief, and fallen, or emerged, or soared into the region where the soul realises that pain is of no account, that to be within the secret of God is more than well being, and past the power of the tongue to utter. To embrace the decree of pain is to translate it, to shed it like a rain of blessing on others who have not yet understood. "

― Ellis Peters , The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10)

3 " Even grief has its arrogance.” “Then you have learned, my son, that vengeance belongs only to God?” “More than that, Father,” said Luc. “I have learned that in God’s hands vengeance is safe. However long delayed, however strangely manifested, the reckoning is sure. "

― Ellis Peters , The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10)

4 " There was, after all, a great deal of human happiness in the world, even a world so torn and mangled with conflict, cruelty and greed. So it had always been, and always would be. And so be it, provided the indomitable spark of joy never went out. "

― Ellis Peters , The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10)

5 " There was, after all, a great deal of human happiness in the world, even a world so torn and mangled with conflict, cruelty and greed. So it had always been, and always would be. And so be it, provided the indomitable spark of joy never went out. In the refectory, after supper and grace, in the grateful warmth and lingering light of the end of May, when they were shuffling their benches to rise from table, Prior Robert Pennant rose first in his place, levering erect his more than six feet of lean, austere prelate, silver-tonsured and ivory-featured. "

― Ellis Peters , The Pilgrim of Hate (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael, #10)