Quotes from Jennifer Donnelly

His arms around her felt like nothing she'd ever known and everything she'd ever wanted.

Weaver always says freedom is like Sloan's Liniment, always promising more than it delivers.

I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhatten for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

Only the Hopeless love God. Because God may love us, but the devil takes an interest.

Lots of things are true. Doesn't mean you have to go around saying them.

Jealousy. It burns so hot, so bright. It devours you until you're just a smoking ruin with nothing left inside. Nothing but ashes.

C'est pas assez que tous tu dis c'est de la merde, François? Tu veux coucher dans la merde, aussi?

I'm not snapping," I snapped.

What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

One must always steer clear of men who sweat when it isn't warm.

I'll give her the chance to change the path she is on. The chance to make her own path." "Fool," said the crone. "You understand nothing of mortals. We Fates map out their lives because they wish it. Mortals do not like uncertainty. They do not like change. Change is frightening. Change is painful." "Change is a kiss in the dark. A rose in the snow. A wild road on a windy night." Chance countered.

There are many ways to take a heart. And the King of Crows uses all methods; he shies from none. He's happy to have it cut out all at once as I, the huntsman, did. He's happy to have it taken piece by piece, year by year, like a miser hoarding coins, with punishing silences, biting glances, and love served cold. Poisonous words do the job, too. They are as sharp as knives and leave their victims hollow.

Revolutions come about when small things happen to small people.

In this realm, evil has vanquished love. - Alítheia

Murder is not a suitable topic of conversation for a young lady.

Ambition and poverty are powerful motivators...

Lucanos nodded [...] 'She's the girl who sees with her heart.' Aranae rolled all eight of her eyes. She chittered again, in a scolding tone this time. When she finished, she crossed two of her legs and gave Belle a dirty look. Belle shrank under her disapproving glare, 'What did she say?' she asked timidly. 'She said your heart needs glasses.

Sometimes the things that make us all wrong is the thing that make us perfect

Break a promise to the dead and they'll haunt you, Ada says. Keep the promise and they'll haunt you just the same.

You're playing by the Rule of Three," said Love. "Named for the three Fates, the first of whom holds the spool upon which the thread of life is wound; the second, who pulls that thread; and the third, who snips it. If Belle eats three things in Nevermore, and leave three things, she'll be bound to it.

She alone knew that one must meet the world's madness with more madness.

All her life, she'd loved books. She loved the look of them, the smell of them, the sweet weight of them in her arms. Most of all, she loved the feeling she got every time she picked one up-the feeling of holding an entire world in her hands.

You will stop Chance from taking hold of the girl?" asked the mother. The crone smiled grimly. "No, I cannot. But I will do what we Fates have always done. I will stop the girl from taking hold of a chance.

And a good warrior knows when to lose a battle so she can live to fight the