Alabaster Quotes

“I have a message for your daughter,” said Cale. “I am bound to her with cables that not even God can break. One day, if there is a soft breeze on her cheek, it may be my breath; one night, if the cool wind plays with her hair, it may be my shadow passing by.”
And with this terrible threat he faced forward and the procession started once more. In less than a minute they were gone. In her shady room Arbell Swan-Neck stood white and cold as alabaster.”
― Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God

“There was something else,--something quite undefinable, that gave a singular glow and radiance to the whole countenance, and suggested the burning of a light through alabaster,--a creeping of some subtle fire through the veins which made the fair body seem the mere reflection of some greater fairness within.”
― Marie Corelli, The Soul of Lilith

“That we're not human is just the lie they tell themselves so they don't have to feel bad about how they treat us”
― N. K. Jemisin

“And the sculptors will shape the soil for the writers to stretch the seeds
for the patient painters who sketch the petals they will shade in alabaster and gold. Their sweat is the rain. Maybe the jazzman will send us a rose.”
― Kristen Henderson, Drum Machine

“I had a dream about you. You was a crocodile and i was always looking for you with fear. Your teeth were alabaster and your skin green as grass. Unfortunate you had already a girlfriend. And i hoped she finish like a handbag. I love you from my all reptile heart, which is poikilothermic.”
― Kattie Belgar, Dreaming is for lovers

“Many things have broken him. He holds himself together with spit and endless smiling, but all can see the cracks. You, though; you are dented, bruised, but intact.”
― N. K. Jemisin

“The beast's neck seemed too slender to support the weight of the horn, as long as a broadsword and glowing like fine-carved alabaster. The eyes were dark as winter water, the coat raw white silk, stretched tautly over her panting ribs. She was like the first snow of a bright winter, unsullied and charming.
The unicorn saw Anne and raised her head, nostrils flared red like a horse's. Anne realized that the glow in the horn was not some inner light. It was a strong sunlight shining through the ivory. But what sun? That day was all ragged clouds and mist, veiled still after that night's storm. She was reminded of anaon, of a room with impossible moonlight.”
― Katherine Arden, The Unicorn Hunters