Lullaby Quotes

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Sarah Dessen
“Wherever you will go,
I will let you down,
But this lullaby goes on.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Sarah Dessen
“Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Chuck Palahniuk
“Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”
Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

Sarah Dessen
“Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together?

Dexter: You're here, aren't you?”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Sarah Dessen
“And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Chuck Palahniuk
“When you think about it, Johnny Appleseed was a fucking ecological terrorist.”
Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

Sarah Dessen
“That's what this has been all about for you, correct? Make it clear. That you and me--it was nothing more that you'll have with Spinnerbait boy, or the guy after that, or the guy after that. Right?"
"Yeah, I said, shrugging. "You're right."
He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.”
Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

Peter S. Beagle
The Blue Jay's Lullaby—

Spiders and sowbugs and beetles and crickets,
 Slugs from the roses and ticks from the thickets,
  Grasshoppers, snails, and a quail's egg or two—
   All to be regurgitated for you.

Lullaby, lullaby, swindles and schemes,
 Flying's not near as much fun as it seems.”
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Kevin Brockmeier
“A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place.”
Kevin Brockmeier

Brian K. Vaughan
“Good night, chubby baby
I can't rock you no more
I'm sorry, chubby baby
But my arms are getting sore
Sleep tight, chubby baby
And please don't get me wrong
You're a perfect sized baby
So never accept fakey beauty standards or develop unhealthy body issues...
... from this dumb song”
Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, Volume 8

Chuck Palahniuk
“The muffled thunder of dialogue comes through the walls, then a chorus of laughter. Then more thunder. Most of the laugh tracks on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days, most of the people you hear laughing are dead.”
Chuck Palahniuk

“Falling asleep while the rain is clashing down on the window is nature’s best lullaby.”
Kim Pape

“Waking up to a blanket of snow is like a morning lullaby, a soft dreamlike state that is almost magical.”
Nancy Hatch Woodward

Ankush Agarwal
“A touch of ray on the stream
A twinkle on waves and the sunset gleam
I faintly remember seeing this picture
Or maybe it was just a dream.

Soothing solitude in the sky
Of tired footprints and a probing eye
I sparsely remember words of this song
Or maybe it was a lullaby”
Ankush Agarwal

“A sweet surrender like a lullaby
came to me through your seafaring eyes.”
Azra Gregor, Your Mother Is A Storm

V.S. Carnes
“Therefore, she hummed the provincial lullaby she had learned from the officers’ children in the English Quarter of Jerusalem, and watched in fascination while the savage radical’s eyes misted over with tears. For an instant, the prison bars melted away, and she felt God’s presence—for the first time since their imprisonment. She was not a captive, and this man was not her captor. Indeed, they were both merely God’s children.”
V.S. Carnes

Liz Braswell
“Hey, Ariel," Flounder called shyly. "Before you go... could you... could you sing that lullaby? The one you used to sing to me after I lost my mother?"
Her eyes widened. "Flounder, you haven't asked me that in years... even before I lost my voice."
"And I won't ask again! It's just that" - he looked around. Jona politely pretended to watch something out in the sea, over by the far rocks- "we're alone here. No one from Atlantica is going to hear us. I don't know when you're going to have another chance."
And Ariel, who lost her voice for years and had mixed feelings about singing for others, sang more sweetly than she ever had before, or ever would again. And no one heard but one fish, one seagull, the sand and the water and the evening breeze coming over the waves, and the rising moon.”
Liz Braswell, Part of Your World

Eloisa James
“Hush-a-bye baby in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.

Momma will catch you, give you a squeeze, send you back up to play in the trees, when twilight falls and birds seek their nests, come home to the one who loves you the best.”
Eloisa James, A Duke of Her Own

Mojgan Azar
“In that moment, Susan felt strongly that her body and her life belonged to herself, and it didn't matter what others thought or said. People's opinions weren't for or water and so she didn't need them.”
Mojgan Azar

Lisa Kleypas
“What were you singing?" Merritt asked. "A lullaby?"
"An old song from the islands, about a selkie." Seeing the word was unfamiliar, he explained, "A changeling, who looks like a seal in the water but takes the form of a man on land. In the song he woos a human maiden, who gives birth to his son. Seven years later, he comes back to take the child." Keir hesitated before adding absently, "But before they leave, the selkie tells the mother he'll give the boy a gold chain to wear on his neck, so she'll recognize him if they meet someday."
"Are she and her son ever reunited?" Merritt asked.
Keir shook his head. "Someone brings her the gold chain one day, and she realizes he's dead. Shot by-" He broke off as he saw Merritt's face begin to crumple. "Och," he exclaimed softly. "No... dinna do that..."
"It's so terribly sad," she said in a watery voice, damning herself for being emotional.
A chuckle broke from Keir as he moved closer. "I won't tell you the rest, then." His hand cupped the side of her face, his thumb wiping an escaping tear. "'Tis only a song, lass. Ah, you've a tender heart." His blue eyes sparkled as he looked down at her. "I warn you, no more tears or I'll have to put you on my shoulder and pat you asleep as I did the bairnie."
It left Merritt temporarily speechless, that he sincerely seemed to believe she would regard that as a threat.”
Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Disguise

“The night still bold
The cold singing by
The crickets on their turbo
Ushering in a celestial night in beautiful robe
For tonight he will wonder into a glorious quest of the night
As he lay down his head, will the Angels guard him
Good night and sweet dreams”
Perpetua Ukakogu

Lora Leigh
“Turning, she strode to the doorway, and for the second time, came to a stop. In front of the fire, on the large, soft rug before it, Jonas lay with Amber.

He'd changed clothes. Dressed in loose sweatpants, bare feet and a bare chest, he lay next to the baby as the fire flickered in front of them.

Amber was watching the flames with the drowsy wonder that only a baby could show. Her lashes lay low, sleep edging her expression as Jonas softly hummed a lullaby.”
Lora Leigh, Lion's Heat

Sarah K.L. Wilson
Towering, white in field of blue,
Soft and gentle as we flew,
Through the golden sunlight bright,
Dream of never-ending flight.

Sarah K.L. Wilson, Dusk Covenant

Victoria Moschou
“Let the starlight shine upon you, let it lead you to your peace...”
“Wil?” I murmured.
This was the lullaby Mother used to sing to us when we were little. The song Ethereal was supposed to be singing to her firstborn daughter, back at the dawn of time.
“It’s your fire that keeps you breathing and will never let you cease...”
Victoria Moschou, Guardian of the Auras

“May you dream of lovely things and to find them real.”
J J Heller

C.J. Redwine
“Hush now, baby, don't you cry.
Your little tears I'll always dry.
A branch of myrrh and Bolla root
To strengthen you in all you do
With silver and gold, and a strand of rose
And plenty of magic to keep them close.
Hush now, baby, I'm right here
To chase away your every fear
With a drop of mint and a sprig of yew
And three little precious drops of blue.
You'll grow straight and swift and true
And I will always be with you.”
C.J. Redwine, The Blood Spell

Jordan Ifueko
“Some demons could not be soothed by any lullaby.”
Jordan Ifueko, Raybearer

Delia Owens
“At first, every few minutes, she sat up and peered through the screen. Listening for footsteps in the woods. She knew the shapes of all the trees; still some seemed to dart here and there, moving with the moon. For a while she was so stiff she couldn't swallow, but on cue, the familiar songs of tree frogs and katydids filled the night. More comforting than three blind mice with a carving knife. The darkness held an odor of sweetness, the earthy breath of frogs and salamanders who'd made it through one more stinky-hot day. The marsh snuggled in closer with a low fog, and she slept.”
Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

Sarah J. Maas
“I'd always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming- a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lay your sleeping head, my love …”
W. H. Auden

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