Fire by Kristin Cashore
Gender
Well, and Cansrel had loved attention, Fire thought to herself dryly. More to the point, he had been a man. Cansrel had not had her problems. p181
Expectations
It seemed to Fire it was rarely enough one knew a person one wished to marry. how unjust then to meet that person, and be kept from it because one's bed was made of hay and not feathers. p197-198
"Among the wealthy it's the rare skins and furs sold on the black market. With everyone else it's whatever they find clogging the gutters or killed in the housetraps. It all amounts to the same thing, of course, but the rich people feel better knowing they paid a fortune." p205
"It's thanks to them we know the uses for all the strange herbs that grow in the crevices and caves at the edges of the kingdom. Our medicines to stop bleeding and keep wounds from festering and kill tumors and bind bones together and do just about everything else came from their experiments. Of course, they also discovered the drugs that ruin people's minds," she added darkly. p206
Brigan did terrible things. He stuck swords into men in the mountains. He trained soldiers for war. He had enormous destructive power, just as his father had had-- but he didn't use that power the way his father had done. Truly, he would rather not use it at all. But he chose to, so that he might stop other people from using power in even worse ways. p221
Not all sons were like their fathers. A son chose the man he would be. p221
She wondered if a person could be powerful, but inside be broken into pieces, and shaking, all the time. p 401
Yet even understanding that her bad father had been capable of kindness, she had never allowed for the possibility that her good father might be capable of cruelty or dishonor. p425
Love
"I've always had a protective heart. Only now I have more people inside it. They've joined you there, Archer-- never replaced you." p277
At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough. p375
But she remembered having told Archer once that you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. p403
"First, everyone's going to die. Second, love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love. Against all reason I loved my father." p412
"You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away."
"Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don't you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening." p456
Feelings
"I've decided to be grateful to him for supplying my child with a sibling. Gratitude takes less energy than anger." p311
Well, and Cansrel had loved attention, Fire thought to herself dryly. More to the point, he had been a man. Cansrel had not had her problems. p181
Expectations
It seemed to Fire it was rarely enough one knew a person one wished to marry. how unjust then to meet that person, and be kept from it because one's bed was made of hay and not feathers. p197-198
"Among the wealthy it's the rare skins and furs sold on the black market. With everyone else it's whatever they find clogging the gutters or killed in the housetraps. It all amounts to the same thing, of course, but the rich people feel better knowing they paid a fortune." p205
"It's thanks to them we know the uses for all the strange herbs that grow in the crevices and caves at the edges of the kingdom. Our medicines to stop bleeding and keep wounds from festering and kill tumors and bind bones together and do just about everything else came from their experiments. Of course, they also discovered the drugs that ruin people's minds," she added darkly. p206
Brigan did terrible things. He stuck swords into men in the mountains. He trained soldiers for war. He had enormous destructive power, just as his father had had-- but he didn't use that power the way his father had done. Truly, he would rather not use it at all. But he chose to, so that he might stop other people from using power in even worse ways. p221
Not all sons were like their fathers. A son chose the man he would be. p221
She wondered if a person could be powerful, but inside be broken into pieces, and shaking, all the time. p 401
Yet even understanding that her bad father had been capable of kindness, she had never allowed for the possibility that her good father might be capable of cruelty or dishonor. p425
Love
"I've always had a protective heart. Only now I have more people inside it. They've joined you there, Archer-- never replaced you." p277
At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough. p375
But she remembered having told Archer once that you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. p403
"First, everyone's going to die. Second, love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love. Against all reason I loved my father." p412
"You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away."
"Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don't you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening." p456
Feelings
"I've decided to be grateful to him for supplying my child with a sibling. Gratitude takes less energy than anger." p311
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