Vivien Rainn > Vivien's Quotes

“It was a descent into holy darkness sinking deeper and deeper into her need and survival. Desire coursed through her thicker than the blood in her mouth.”
― Stephanie Kemler, Bloodborn (Book 1 of the Bloodmad Duet)

“We must trust when trust is not plentiful. We must eke out each drop of the miraculous.”
― Stephanie Kemler, Bloodborn (Book 1 of the Bloodmad Duet)

“Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“Do not worry about your contradictions - Persephone is both floral maiden and queen of death. You, too, can be both.”
― Nichole McElhaney, A Sisterhood of Thorns and Vengeance

“Dreams are necessary to life.”
― Anais Nin

“In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.”
― Marquis de Sade

“With all the reasons that he laid out in the open for me to know to keep my distance, I still stood only feet away. I placed my soul close to one that rid itself of all the inconveniences of good. No regret to wear him down, no care to stop him from making the same morbid moves again and again. My soul was full of all that he lacked, and his lacked all the weary weight of mine.
My soul feared what it couldn't find in the places where his should be; and it feared the attraction of it's void.”
― Gillian Dowell, Hello, Dove

“You say you don’t belong to me,” he practically purred, leaning closer. That damned hand rose again, a silent offering, a bridge between worlds. “But you will.”
― Cia Petrichor, Heart Sworn

“The only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment.”
― Marquis de Sade

“Literature, real literature, must not be gulped down like some potion which may be good for the heart or good for the brain — the brain, that stomach of the soul. Literature must be taken and broken to bits, pulled apart, squashed — then its lovely reek will be smelt in the hollow of the palm, it will be munched and rolled upon the tongue with relish; then, and only then, its rare flavor will be appreciated at its true worth and the broken and crushed parts will again come together in your mind and disclose the beauty of a unity to which you have contributed something of your own blood.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Russian Literature