Quotes from Jacqueline Carey

and I didn't know if I was proud or indignant that he hadn't noticed.

Sbagliare e perseverare è una prova più dura di qualsiasi battaglia.

Mercy and compassion are all the grace left to us.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted. And

One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form.

Do you seek to force hope upon me?" "I do," I said. He bowed a second time. "I accept it.

Amore e odio sono due lati di una stessa lama. A dividerli è un filo più tagliente di quelli del pugnale del tuo cassiliano.

Il dolore riscatta tutto: rappresenta la consapevolezza della vita e, al tempo stesso, un monito di morte.

We knew each other's histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that's the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. "Okay

A noi mortali, purtroppo, è negato il lusso della licenza narrativa: dobbiamo vivere e andare avanti.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

Love as thou wilt

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.