Top 300 Lois McMaster Bujold Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “Change is a function of time and experience, and time is implacable.”

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202. “Don’t promote your troubles beyond your rank.”

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203. “All her old thoughts seemed as thin and ragged as a piece of knitting made and ripped out and made and ripped out again until all the threads were frayed, growing ever more worn, but never larger.”

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204. “Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?”

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205. “Only the saints would joke so about the gods, because it was either joke or scream, and they alone knew it was all the same to the gods.”

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206. “Achievement is devastating, or at least disorienting, and they don’t warn you in advance. It’s the sudden change of momentum and direction, I think.”

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207. “I believe,” she said slowly at last, “that the tormented are very close to God. I’m sorry, Sergeant.” He.”

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208. “All happy endings are ultimately an illusion created by stopping short.”

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209. “There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.”

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210. “Were you BORN inhuman or did you grow so by degrees?! MS, MD, PHD?”

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211. “I’m not in a hurry,” the woman said. Patience for her vengeance dripped like vitriol from her voice; even Tich was quelled.”

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212. “What is love but delight in another human being? He delights me daily.”

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213. “Same jobs over and over, all have to be done again tomorrow or something dies? Despite the weather or the hurting, or, or whatever. Yeah, I guess there are some parallels.” While he was weighing this, his mouth kept moving without him. “Or maybe it’s just called being a grownup.”

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214. “He who plots revenge must dig two graves.”

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215. “There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.”

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216. “Well, it is a particular sin to permit grief for what is gone to poison the praise for what blessings remain to us.”

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217. “In fifteen years, all those disturbing biological blobs would be out on Kareenburg’s streets, wearing strange fashions, listening to annoying music, and disagreeing politically with their beleaguered parents.”

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218. “God made them, they must have a purpose, but then, God made lions, wolves, and head lice, too.”

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219. “How hard could husbanding be? Don’t drink, don’t gamble, don’t bring hunting dogs to the table. Don’t be terrified of tooth-drawers. Don’t be stupid about money. Don’t go for a soldier. No hitting girls. He wasn’t drawn to violate any of these prohibitions. Assuming older sisters weren’t classified as girls. Maybe make that, No hitting girls first.”

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220. “Nothing worth doing is fun all the time. But it’s still worth doing all the time.”

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221. “In my experience, milady, we can never get back to exactly where we started, no matter how hard we try.”

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222. “He did arrange to dine over at the Vorthys’s three times, and have Ekaterin and Nikki to meals at Vorkosigan House twice, before the wedding week hit and all his meals – even breakfasts, good God – were bespoken. Still, his timetable was not as onerous as Gregor’s and Laisa’s, which Lady Alys and ImpSec between them had laid out in one-minute increments.”

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223. “Could you people stop trying to come up with novel ways to kill me for just ONE HOUR? Or maybe the rest of the night? I would SO like that. Just the rest of the night. Just sit down. Just stop doing anything. Sit down and wait sensibly. Earth, water, air, fire – you’re running out of elements here!”

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224. “He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities.”

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225. “We cannot protect anyone from being alive, Master Bosha. No matter how much we might wish to.”

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226. “Successes are secret and thankless, failures are splashy and gain you only blame.”

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227. “Is kidnapping kidnappers still kidnapping?” Miles mused. “Yes,” said Roic, unhelpfully. “Not that NewEgypt is likely to bring charges.” “Naw, they’d do something else.” “I am reminded. I could have Suze freeze and store them for us, I suppose. Technically.” Roic gave him the Look. “If push came to shove. As a Kibou-daini problem-solving technique, there seems to be precedent.” Roic said nothing, firmly.”

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228. “The future is happening right here, every day. You can swim or you can drown, but you can’t choose not to be in the flood. I suppose the real insight is that it’s always been that way.”

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229. “Stop gibbering.” The Countess took his arm, and began more-or-less frog-marching him upstairs. Roic made a mental note of her technique, for future reference. She glanced over her shoulder and gave Roic a reassuring, if rather unexpected, wink. The.”

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230. “Just once, Pen thought glumly, he’d like to get an answer to prayers, instead of being delivered as one.”

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231. “The base doctor had no charts; Cordelia’s medical records were of course all behind enemy lines in Vorbarr Sultana at present. He shook his head and keyed up a new form on his report panel. “I’m sorry, Lady Vorkosigan. We’ll simply have to begin at the beginning. Please bear with me. Do I understand correctly you’ve had some sort of female trouble?” No, most of my troubles have been with males. Cordelia bit her tongue.”

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232. “Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.”

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233. “Not only was Ivan an idiot, but he generated a telepathic damping field that turned people nearby into idiots, too. He would point this out to Barrayaran Intelligence, who would make of his cousin the newest weapon in their arsenal – if.”

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234. “Save me from the virtuous.”

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235. “We are all of us, every one, our own works; we present our souls to our Patrons at the ends of our lives as an artisan presents the works of his hands.”

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236. “I know my limits.” “No one knows their limits till they’ve gone beyond them.”

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237. “Ethan thought he understood how a propaganda-stuffed young soldier must feel the first time in combat, stumbling by some sudden chance over his enemy’s human face. He had gloried for a red moment in his power to break her. Now he stood foolishly with the pieces in his hands. Not at all heroic.”

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238. “If anyone was sane here, he swore it was by accident.”

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239. “Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they’ll be called on to do before the next chance.”

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240. “Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later.”

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241. “I had to discover and teach myself all kinds of tricks to get people to respond to the inside of me, and not the outside.”

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242. “That’s nickering, not snickering.” Miles grinned. He tapped Fat Ninny behind his left foreleg, and the horse obediently grunted down onto one knee. Miles clambered up readily to his conveniently lowered stirrup. “Does mine do that?” asked Dr. Dea, watching with fascination. “Sorry, no.” Dea glowered at his horse. “This animal is an idiot. I shall lead it for a while.” As.”

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243. “The Son held up his hands. Luminescent, they seemed, as if dappled by autumn sun reflecting off a stream into shade. “My grace flows from these as a river, wolf-lord. Would you have me dole it out in the exact measure that men earn, as from an apothecary’s dropper? Would you stand in pure water to your waist, and administer it by the scant spoon to men dying of thirst on a parched shore?”

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244. “I’m sorry, Lady Vorkosigan. We’ll simply have to begin at the beginning. Please bear with me. Do I understand correctly you’ve had some sort of female trouble?” No, most of my troubles have been with males.”

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245. “We just try to go from day to day. Surprising where you can end up, that way.”

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246. “How like a man, to change from mask to mask like a player, concealing all intention, yet leave his heart out on the table, carelessly, unregarded, for all to behold.”

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247. “I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!”

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248. “He wondered how many would ever march home. Better it seemed to export cheese or cloth, but it was true that fortunes were made in the military trade. Though seldom by the soldiers, any more than by the cheeses.”

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249. “The officer hurried up to him, and half-saluted. “Admiral Naismith?” Iverson was no one he knew; at this level of the echelon the man must take him for a valued, but non-Barrayaran, ImpSec hireling. “The one and only. You can tell your men to relax. The installation is secured.” “You secured it yourself?” Iverson asked in faint disbelief. “More or less.” “We’ve been looking for this place for two years!” Miles.”

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250. “The problem has just suddenly become a lot more interesting. Er, difficult. It’s just become a bit more difficult.”

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