Rose Reid > Rose's Quotes

“I was worked by the toughest, trained by the strongest, taught by the smartest, and led by the quickest. Quay made sure of that. On my first assignment, he gave me no weapons to fight with. When I’d asked why, he’d told me I was a weapon, and I should know by now how to wield myself. These men, these swordsmen, have no idea what it is like to be a weapon. They have trained with swords and perhaps firearms for years, I’m sure, and they assuredly know how to brandish them, but they have not been put through the extensive training I have been subject to. And the Cannon, for all their cruelty and intolerance, did fashion me into a weapon.”
― Rose Reid, Crown of Crimson

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

“The fire catches shortly after, lapping up the dry wool, engulfing it like sweets”
― Rose Reid, Crown of Crimson

“Speak quickly. My patience wanes.”
― Rose Reid, Crown of Crimson

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“He hung up on me. I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled Jerk on the first line. On the line beneath it I added, Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon. Excellent physical shape.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush