Cassandra Quotes

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Karen Chance
“He smiled at that, and then his gaze shifted to a spot over my shoulder and it faded. 'These doubts wouldn’t have anything to do with the company you’re keeping of late, would they?'
I didn’t get a chance to answer before the shop door was thrown open and a furious war mage stomped in. Pritkin spotted me and his eyes narrowed.
'You shaved my legs?!'
Mircea looked at me and folded his arms across his chest. I looked from one unhappy face to the other and suddenly remembered that I had somewhere else to be.”
Karen Chance, Curse the Dawn

Karen Chance
“Not really hungry."
"She’ll eat." Pritkin said curtly.
"I said —"
"If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation."
"I eat plenty."
"The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however."
"I’ll have a sandwich," I told Nick. "No meat.”
Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

Kelley Armstrong
“Closed door means knock," Elena said to Clay, shooing him out.
You've been in here for two hours," he said. "She can't need that much work." He frowned as he examined my outfit. "What the hell is she? A tree?"
"A dryad," Elena said, cuffing him in the arm.
"Oh, my god," Jamie said, surveying my outfit. "We forgot the bag!"
"Bag?" Clay said. "What does a dryad need with-"
"An evening bag," Cassandra said. "A purse."
"She's got a purse. It's right there on the bed."
"That's a day purse," Cassandra snapped.
"What, do they expire when the sun goes down?”
Kelley Armstrong, Industrial Magic

Cassandra Clare
“Whither thou goest, I will go;
Where thou diest, will I die
And there will I be buried:
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
If aught but death part thee and me.”
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

Karen Chance
“Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.”
Karen Chance, Touch the Dark

Karen Chance
“I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?'
Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!'
What do you see?'
A big red mark,”
Karen Chance, Claimed By Shadow

Cassandra Clare
“He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.”
Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

Karen Chance
“The most temptation I'd experienced had been with Tomas, the Senate's spy who had been feeding off me without permission, and Mircea, who was probably plotting some nefarious scheme. I have no taste in men.”
Karen Chance, Touch the Dark

Karen Chance
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.
But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?”
Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

Cassandra Rose Clarke
“Well, look who's on my front porch," he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. "A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate."

I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and sand and dried blood. I'd forgotten I was dressed like a boy.

"So are you here to kill me or to rob me?" the man said. "I generally don't find it useful to glow when undertaking acts of subterfuge, but then, I'm just a wizard”
Cassandra Rose Clarke, The Assassin's Curse

Karen Chance
“If I'd had enough breath, I would have screamed, both at the sensation and at the sheer pettiness of the bastard who wouldn't allow me even a tiny chance of escape.”
Karen Chance, Touch the Dark

Cassandra Clare
“Surely, she was too young to have so many ghosts.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

Anne Bishop
“She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.”
Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood

John Flanagan
“Then her mother – as skilled in the art of ambush as most mothers are – startled her with her furious, echoing roar.”
John Flanagan, The Royal Ranger

Kelley Armstrong
“Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles”
Kelley Armstrong, Spell Bound

Frederic Manning
“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,
And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,
And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,
Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist,
And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist.

With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.

The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again.”
Frederic Manning

Heraclitus
“The lord whose is the oracle at Delphoi neither utters nor hides his meaning, but shows it by a sign.

The Sibyl, with raving lips uttering things mirthless, unbedizened, and unperfumed, reaches over a thousand years with her voice, thanks to the god in her.”
Heraclitus

“I willingly accept Cassandra's fate
To speak the truth, although believed too late.”
Anne Killigrew

Ray Bradbury
“If I’d found out that Norman Mailer liked me, I’d have killed myself. I think he was too hung up. I’m glad Kurt Vonnegut didn’t like me either. He had problems, terrible problems. He couldn’t see the world the way I see it. I suppose I’m too much Pollyanna, he was too much Cassandra. Actually I prefer to see myself as the Janus, the two-faced god who is half Pollyanna and half Cassandra, warning of the future and perhaps living too much in the past—a combination of both. But I don’t think I’m too over optimistic.”
Ray Bradbury

Jessica Bird
“Her laugh was a travesty. Which made sense because in a way, so was his apology. But what was he supposed to say?

I want you until I hurt. Until I sweat.
I love you with a raw, bleeding need that I've never understood.

And all I know for sure is that you can never be mine.”
Jessica Bird, From the First (The Moorehouse Legacy, #3)

Lisa Kleypas
“—Pues la pillará algún día —insistió Pandora con aire ominoso—, si es que no la ha pillado ya. Y luego me la transmitirá a mí. —Estás siendo muy dramática. Y no todos los libertinos tienen sífilis.
—Le pienso preguntar.
—¡Pandora, no lo hagas! Ese pobre hombre se asustará.
—También me asustaré yo si termino perdiendo la nariz.”
Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

Kendare Blake
“And thus was their burial of Apollo, god of the sun.”
Kendare Blake, Antigoddess

Christa Wolf
“Se di me non sopravvivesse altro che l'odio. Se l'odio germogliare dalla mia fossa, un albero d'odio, esso sussurrerebbe: Achille la bestia. Se lo abbattessero, crescerebbe di nuovo. Se lo soffocassero, ogni filo d'erba farebbe suo quel messaggio: Achille la bestia, Achille la bestia. E ogni cantore che osasse cantare la gloria di Achille, morirebbe immediatamente tra i tormenti. Un abisso di disprezzo e di oblio tra le generazioni future e la bestia. Questo, Apollo, concedimi, se esisti. Non sarei vissuta invano.”
Christa Wolf, Kassandra

Christa Wolf
“Aquí fue. Ahí estaba. Esos leones de piedra, sin cabeza ahora, la miraron. Esa fortaleza, un día inexpugnable, ahora un montón de piedras, fue lo último que vio. Un enemigo hace tiempo olvidado y los siglos, sol, lluvia y viento, la arrasaron. Inalterado el cielo, un bloque azul intenso, alto, dilatado. Cerca las murallas ciclópeamente ensambladas, hoy como ayer, que marcan su dirección al caminar: hacia la puerta, bajo la cual no mana la sangre. Hacia lo tenebroso. Hacia el matadero. Y sola.
Con mi relato voy hacia la muerte.”
Christa Wolf

Christa Wolf
“Era possibile, dunque, una cosa simile: voglia omicida e voglia d'amore in un solo uomo? Poteva essere tollerato ciò, tra esseri umani?”
Christa Wolf

Anne Bishop
“You disappoint me, Cassandra. Your legends paint you differently," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with malevolence.

"I'm a Priestess serving at this Altar," she said, working to keep her voice steady. "You're mistaken, if you think--"

He laughed softly. She stepped back from the sound and found herself pressed against the counter.

"Do you think I can't tell the difference between a Priestess and a Queen? And the Jewels, my dear, name you for what you are."

She bent her head slightly in acknowledgment. "So I'm Cassandra. What do you want, Prince?”
Anne Bishop, Daughter of the Blood