# The Broken Kingdoms

- Author: [N. K. Jemisin](https://www.leafyquotes.com/n-k-jemisin.md)
- Quotes: 20
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/n-k-jemisin/the-broken-kingdoms

## Quotes

> When people questioned this, the priests simply said, The world has changed. We must change with it.
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> You can imagine how well that went over.

p. 60

> Very quickly I fell in with others like me—newcomers, dreamers, young people drawn to the city in spite of its dangers because sometimes, for some of us, tedium and familiarity feel worse than risking your life.

p. 71

> What happened when people who’d once possessed absolute power suddenly lost it?

p. 170

> There’s not such thing as magic that does no harm.

p. 93

> Otherwise it was quiet—that eerie, not-quite-comforting quiet one finds in small towns before dawn.

p. 364

> I was beginning to understand, a little. “Is that why you’re a usurer?”
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> Madding chuckled. “I prefer the term investor. And my rates are perfectly fair, thank you.”
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> “Drug dealer, then.”
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> “I prefer the term independent apothecary—”

p. 68

> “They follow the creed of the Bright: that which disturbs the order of society must be eliminated, regardless of whether it caused the disturbance.” She rolled her eyes. “You’d think they’d get tired of parroting Itempas and start thinking for themselves after two thousand years.”

p. 105

> It’s all right to need help. All of us have things we can’t do alone.

p. 1

> “You can’t lose faith you never had to begin with.”
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> “Ah. So you never believed in the Bright at all?”
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> “Of course I believed. Even now I believe, in principle. But when I was sixteen, I saw the hypocrisy in all the things the priests had taught me. It’s all very well to say the world values reason and compassion and justice, but if nothing in reality reflects those words, they’re meaningless.”

p. 189

> I...regret...what I did. It was wrong. Very wrong. But regret is meaningless.

p. 283

> “I keep hoping you’ll tell me. You’re the god, after all. If I prayed to you for guidance, and you decided to answer, what would you tell me?”
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> “I wouldn’t answer.”
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> “Because you don’t care? Or because you wouldn’t know what to say?”
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> More silence.

p. 311

> I knew as well as anyone that the priests taught what they wanted us to know, not necessarily what was true. And sometimes even when they told the truth, they got it wrong.

p. 120

> I understand that mutual dissatisfaction is a factor in their collaboration. I imagine it isn’t a far step from mutual goals to mutual respect, and from there to love.

p. 185

> So, there was a girl.
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> What I’ve guessed, and what the history books imply, is that she was unlucky enough to have been sired by a cruel man. He beat both wife and daughter and abused them in other ways. Bright Itempas is called, among other things, the god of justice. Perhaps that was why He responded when she came into His temple, her heart full of unchildlike rage.
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> “I want him to die,” she said (or so I imagine). “Please Great Lord, make him die.”
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> You know the truth now about Itempas. He is a god of warmth and light, which we think of as pleasant, gentle things. I once thought of Him that way, too. But warmth uncooled burns; light undimmed can hurt even my blind eyes. I should have realized. We should all have realized. He was never what we wanted Him to be.
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> So when the girl begged the Bright Lord to murder her father, He said, “Kill him yourself.” And He gifted her with a knife perfectly suited to her small, weak child’s hands.
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> She took the knife home and used it that very night. The next day, she came back to the Bright Lord, her hands and soul stained red, happy for the first time in her short life. “I will love you forever,” she declared. And He, for a rare once, found Himself impressed by mortal will.
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> Or so I imagine.
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> The child was mad, of course. Later events proved this. But it makes sense to me that this madness, not mere religious devotion, would appeal most to the Bright Lord. Her love was unconditional, her purpose undiluted by such paltry considerations as conscience or doubt. It seems like Him, I think, to value that kind of purity of purpose—even though, like warmth and light, too much love is never a good thing.

p. 202

> I knew what it was at last—the visible manifestation of my will. My power, inherited from my god ancestors and distilled through generations of humanity, given shape and energy and potential. That was all magic was, really, in the end. Possibility. With it I could create anything, provided I believed.

p. 349

> They live forever, but many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life’s value.

p. 309

> Good intentions are pointless without the will to implement them.

p. 281

> I had never been able to truly hate anyone who’d suffered, no matter what evils they’d done in the aftermath.

p. 378

> But though I repeated my plea, and waited on my knees for nearly an hour, there was no answer.

p. 181

> Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

p. 58