Here Lies Brom Who Was A Rider

I Believe, Eragon, That You Are Full Of Love And That You Are Looking For One Who Will Reciprocate Your Affection. No Shame Exists In That.

A True Warrior Does Not Fight Because He Wishes To But Because He Has To. A Man Who Yearns For War, A Man Who Enjoys His Killing, He Is A Brute And A Monster. No Matter How Much Glory He Wins On The Battlefield, That Cannot Erase The Fact That He Is No Better Than A Rabid Wolf Who Will Turn On His Friends And Family As Soon As His Foes.

Because You Can't Argue With All The Fools In The World. It's Easier To Let Them Have Their Way, Then Trick Them When They're Not Paying Attention.

Fight If You Wish. Deny What Is Before You If It Comforts You. But Nothing You Do Can Change Your Fate.

They Enveloped Each Other Within The Folds Of Their Thoughts, Holding Each Other With An Intimacy No Physical Embrace Could Replicate, Allowing Their Identities To Merge Once Again. Their Greatest Comfort Was A Simple One: They Were No Longer Alone. To Know That You Were With The One Who Cared For You, And Who Understood Every Fiber Of Your Being, And Who Would Not Abandon You Even In The Most Desperate Of Circumstances, That Was The Most Precious Relationship A Person Could Have, And They Both Cherished It.