Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours? Jacqueline Carey More Quotes by Jacqueline Carey More Quotes From Jacqueline Carey I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower Jacqueline Carey patterns events math I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine. Jacqueline Carey vines body thinking Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing Jacqueline Carey wells half dream Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love. Jacqueline Carey drunk mad heart A little truth seasons a lie like salt. Jacqueline Carey salt littles lying 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. Jacqueline Carey sad sorrow grief There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome. Jacqueline Carey awkward sorrow faces All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward. Jacqueline Carey maps home way Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here. Jacqueline Carey heart memories needs One must gauge one's trust carefully. Jacqueline Carey gauges Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. Jacqueline Carey warrior love-is blood We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen. Jacqueline Carey sin remember pay What is fear but courage's shadow? Jacqueline Carey shadow Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight. Jacqueline Carey sunlight tree What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then? Jacqueline Carey indulge now-and-then kids We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on. Jacqueline Carey speak goes-on stories The tapestry of history is woven of many threads. Jacqueline Carey thread woven history To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it Jacqueline Carey born house doe Spontaneity is the province of youth Jacqueline Carey provinces youth spontaneity If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it. Jacqueline Carey grace kings fall
