Jenny Hernandez > Jenny's Quotes

“Carve out your heart for it. In that moment, he would hear his instructor’s words. He would think of that little boy. Turn away, he’d beg his past self. But the boy takes the man’s hand every time. Death, after all, is inevitable. This is the tale of how a fallen one ascends. He does it in countless cascading decisions, over years, over centuries. He does it with the desperation of a starving soul willing to sacrifice anything, everything, for a single chance at redemption. But in the end, he loses her every time.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Fallen & the Kiss of Dusk

“Gideon had taught me that every weakness could become a strength if you embraced it enough. That the most resourceful minds would find the tools to sharpen nothingness to a blade if offered nothing else.”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Fallen & the Kiss of Dusk

“He said, wryly, “Are you going to tell me it’s not my fault?” I shook my head. “No. I’ve learned over the years that people think they want absolution. But that’s not what they really need to hear.” “What do most people need to hear?” For some reason, I had to speak past a lump in my throat. “They need to hear, ‘Even if it is your fault, I will love you anyway.’ ”
― Carissa Broadbent, The Fallen & the Kiss of Dusk

“What did I seek in this asylum? To be with her again. To walk through this weird world laughing, swinging clasped hands together. Good. That was the plan, the motto and the bottom line.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, As I Was on My Way to Strawberry Fair

“I studied the differences between my side of the table and his. The halves seemed equal, if opposite. But on his half loomed Authority. On my side cowered Fear. I considered just getting up and walking around the table to his side. Balance restored. Of course that was too easy. There is always some rule preventing these simple solutions. Thus, Authority.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, As I Was on My Way to Strawberry Fair

“You inject a tiny dead portion of fantasy into your lives, to immunize from the awful fever of real life. You protect yourselves against the magic of ever being who you were meant to be.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, As I Was on My Way to Strawberry Fair

“He was just like the rest of them, those who thought strength was simply a measure of how hard you swung your sword. He underestimated her resilience. He equated her niceness with weakness.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“My brilliant theory is that the competence they find when pretending comes from viewing themselves from a slight distance. Trapped in their own skin they sweat; tongue goes numb, eyes seek cover, brain scrambles for distraction. But put where they can watch themselves on a screen, even the screen of their own imagination, and they are free. The ability to sit outside oneself, able to walk the body through the world and yet no longer suffer the body the world sees, is an anesthetic to the pain of existing. By role-playing, a person enjoys being themselves without enduring the dreadful cost of being.”
― Raymond St. Elmo, As I Was on My Way to Strawberry Fair

“Souls carry no value. It isn’t the fabric of the animation in which a person is borne. A soul is merely the gangue around the valuable ore in the rock. It is that personality that the soul carries like a basket of eggs to the market, trudged there by a vessel of flesh. Seity. That is where power is to be found. In memories, in choices, in the uniqueness to which the soul bears witness. The smell of grandmother’s cookies. The order in which one puts on one’s socks in the morning. The memory of exchanged vows at an altar. These are what carry true value. It’s a shame people are too foolish to value these things. Is it not the tragedy of the elderly when they can no longer remember who they once were? Do we heed these warnings of loss? No. Humanity is too eager to toss away that which they deem ordinary without ever realizing what it was that they had. Surrounded by ourselves, we think such things are commonplace. Worse yet, we think of our memories as monotonous. Not simply abundant, but boring.”
― Kathryn Ann Kingsley, The Contortionist

“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“And too old to fight in another senseless war. They’re all the same. Wealthy men using boys like cannon fodder”
― Elizabeth Zoba, The Unweaver

“He patted Carlos’s shoulder. “We can give them the purpose they seek”
― Brom, Lost Gods

“Steer my hand true”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“There were some, yes, like Goody and Ansel, whose faces betrayed their inner vileness, but most appeared transported, almost in rapture, as though sharing this moment with God Himself, their hands clasped to their breasts, staring upward into the firmament, their lips moving in silent communion with their Lord and savior. Abitha could see that these people believed, truly believed, that they were doing God’s work here this day. And there was something about these people that horrified Abitha even worse than those whose faces were lined with cruelty. As at least cruelty was a thing that could be pointed out, confronted. But this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God’s work—how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?”
― Brom, Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“She, more than most, knew that the world operated by an unwavering set of rules. Fairness and justice had no place in the system of cogs and levers that kept the moon in the sky and the fish in the sea.”
― Alex Grecian, Red Rabbit

“I wondered if weakness wasn’t just as dangerous. The weak allowed evil to flourish.”
― Amy Harmon, The Bird and the Sword

“Corvyn was weak, but he wasn’t evil, though I wondered if weakness wasn’t just as dangerous. The weak allowed evil to flourish.”
― Amy Harmon, The Bird and the Sword