Summer McLain > Summer's Quotes

“To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

“You’d rather I die, no doubt.”
“And be denied the pleasure of your company?”
“I fucking hate you.”
“That doesn’t make you special.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He took her in his arms and kissed her with everything that he had and all he hoped to have. When he finally let go, reluctantly, and drew back, they stared at each other, had a whole conversation in breaths taken and expelled. This was a beginning, he thought; a beginning in the middle, something unexpected and beautiful.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“A thing can be true and not the truth,”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“You know what they say about finding a man in Alaska—the odds are good, but the goods are odd.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“Love and fear. The most destructive forces on earth. Fear had turned her inside out, love had made her stupid.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“In the silence, Leni wondered if one person could ever really save another, or if it was the kind of thing you had to do for yourself.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“It’s scary that people can just stop loving you, you know?”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“Instinctively, she lifted her camera and minimized her view of the world. It was how she managed her memories, how she processed the world. In pictures. With a camera, she could crop and reframe her life.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“Now she knew there were a hundred ways to be lost and even more ways to be found.”
― Kristin Hannah, The Great Alone

“To the ones who hunger—
for love, for time, or simply to be free”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“From that moment on she insisted she would only read romance, as if love and horror could not go hand-in-hand”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“And how is a miracle different from a spell? Who is to say the saint was not a witch?”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West