Quotes from Megan Chance

Some memories fade to tender nostalgia, and some fade altogether,

Joseph wore uncertainty poorly; it seemed to somehow misshape him. I heard in it everything he hid from the world, his own sense of worthlessness, the fear behind his ego.

Diarmid shrugged. How does he know anything? He's playing with lightning. I'm thinking tis best not to question him.

It was useless, as pointless as it ever was. "She's a succubus, you fool.

It was my favorite characteristic of musicians. They were competitive and jealous, but unlike poets or writers or painters, musicians borrowed and built upon old foundations and acknowledged the genius of before. They used it. One discovered, and others embraced, embroidered, and embellished, twisting and shaping it into something that was quite their own, even as it held echoes of the past.

If there was a family in the world to which I did not belong, it was my own.

craving that made the world look hard-edged and brutally lovely. "Would you have

She'd smelled of confidence and lilies. She was my age, and yet she had what I did not - a lack of care or fear.

Any man can be led by desire, Soph. But desire isn't love. Don't make the mistake of thinking it is.

It is optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

There are no white knights, Soph. Not like in your stories. You have to see people for what they are, not what you want them to be.

There are no boring stories. Only a failure to truly listen.

Truth has a way of speaking, of sneaking in beyond fear or dread.

Desire made fools of us all, did it not? What was more controlling than unconsummated desire? What but wanting sent men on fatal quests or led them to begin senseless wars? What else led to thievery or murder? It wasn't desire that was the enemy, but the inability to assuage it. Desire was only an emotion. It was no more evil than love.

Few men ever wonder such things. They are the center of the world, after all. But women are not so different in what they want. They are used to hiding their desires and dissembling, that is all. No woman is ever quite as she appears.

The sunsets here in Venice are more intensely colored than they have ever been. Do you know why?" "Why?" His voice was very quiet. "Because of the smoke from the mirror and glass factories. There were only craftsmen before, not such manufacture. There was never such smoke. It's strange, don't you think, that something that so befouls the air can be so beautiful?" "Beauty from ugliness," he mused wistfully. "No. I don't think it strange at all.

Snakes have many forms, you know. They have not always been evil or poisonous - or at least, not only so. Just as desire has not always been evil. In ancient times, snakes were a symbol of healing. Of wisdom. They can be very beautiful.

For so delicious were the words she'd sung, it seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long.

They don't actually believe in anything, you understand, so much as they have the habit of believing.

I morti verze i oci ai vivi. The dead open the eyes of the living.