Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently. Jacqueline Carey More Quotes by Jacqueline Carey More Quotes From Jacqueline Carey We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights. Jacqueline Carey loyalty stars pride Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best? Jacqueline Carey pain broken hurt It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning. Jacqueline Carey asking answers lying To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting Jacqueline Carey allies waiting enemy All knowledge is worth having Jacqueline Carey philosophy If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised Jacqueline Carey ifs It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others Jacqueline Carey observation limits suffering There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire Jacqueline Carey lust made desire The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart Jacqueline Carey pain flesh heart That which yields is not always weak. Jacqueline Carey kushiels-dart yield weak Soon never comes soon enough to a young child. Jacqueline Carey soon-enough young children There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves. Jacqueline Carey perceive doe world Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose. Jacqueline Carey loss love children I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy. Jacqueline Carey pain blessing loss Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear Jacqueline Carey self dream life When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me Jacqueline Carey cruelty casts pity True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety. Jacqueline Carey true-friend romance thinking Those that yield are not always weak Jacqueline Carey yield weak Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade Jacqueline Carey blades two-sides hate There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme Jacqueline Carey variation endless patterns
