The Warm Hands of Ghosts Quotes

“We were born together, we died together. I cannot live without you.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“In a way, it's easier to imagine the world's going to end. At least there's a certainty to it. End—bam—done. But change—where does change stop?”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“It was so much easier to hate a man than a system: vast, inhuman, bloodstained.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Armageddon was a fire in the harbor, a box delivered on a cold day. It wasn't one great tragedy, but ten million tiny ones, and everyone faced theirs alone.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Magic’s just science we don’t understand.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“They are fighting their war in the last world, but we're dying in this one.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“There's nothing noble about suffering.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Winter said there's ghosts all around you. Faland snorted. When you swim in the ocean there's water all around you, but no one mentions it.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“The whole world’s made up of systems now. Systems that are too big for any one person to understand or control, or stop. Like the timetables. Alliances. Philosophies. And so now we’re here,”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“That there's no such thing as a coward, or a brave man—not out there. There's no man's will stronger than the war.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Or must she just spend her life kneeling at the altar of her ghosts?”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Ghosts have warm hands, he kept telling me, as though it were the greatest secret in the world.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“It's the pattern of the times. Were you expecting honest justice? There's none. It's a new world now. It eats you up, sinners and saints, all alike.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Endings - they are beginnings too.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“It was the poet’s alchemy, to seize the intangible or unspeakable and drag it, real, into the living world.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Freddie didn't miss the sun. He kept to the shadows and drank and watched Faland's mirror, lost in longing. It was an endless, daydreamer's longing, satisfying in itself, with no need for fulfilment. The people in the mirror could not disappoint in any way, and he would never fail them, or lose them, or mourn them. It was easier so. He had only to watch and yearn. And tell Faland a story.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Progress. Pah. What’s progress? Give people God’s power—to build ships like islands, or fly like birds, or set fire to the bowels of earth like the devil in his damned pit—it just writes their stupidity larger and larger until they drown the whole world. Our hands get bigger and our spirits shrink. Is it any wonder, really, that God’s done with us?”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“What's progress? Give people God's power - to build ships like islands, or fly like birds, or set fire to the bowels of the earth like the devil in his damned pit - it just writes their stupidity larger and larger until they drown the whole world. Our hands get bigger and our spirits shrink.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Et diabolus incarnatus est Et homo factus est And the devil was incarnated And was made man —Arthur Machen”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“And of course the world ended. But it went on too.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Bir: Kardeşin yaşıyor.
İki: Sana geri dönmeyecek. Sen ona gitmelisin.
Üç: Onu kurtarmak için ondan vazgeçmelisin.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“They were tired with that unwholesome travel weariness that comes of sitting still for long periods while some conveyance heaves you into the unknown.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Armageddon was a fire in the harbor, a box delivered on a cold day. It wasn’t one great tragedy, but ten million tiny ones, and everyone faced theirs alone.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“A hand brushed hers. Warm fingers, a little rough with glass. Ghosts have warm hands. She didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t dare. Looking would burst her fragile soap-bubble of belief. She didn’t look even when that familiar hand wound its fingers with hers, and pulled her forward.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Magic's just science we don't understand"

Truth!!”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“The whole world’s made up of systems now. Systems that are too big for any one person to understand or control, or stop. Like the timetables. Alliances. Philosophies. And so now we’re here, even though no one wanted to be.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“In a way, it’s easier to imagine the world’s going to end. At least there’s a certainty to it. End—bam—done. But change—where does change stop?”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“all three of them looked at her with eyes that had seen sorrows like hers a hundred times: a quiet, remote empathy.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“dead men didn’t have enemies.”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts

“Pim said, “Of course angels matter. They are proof of God’s—” She paused, looking unsettled. Laura wondered what the final word should have been. Love? Wrath? Sheer damned indifference?”
― Katherine Arden, The Warm Hands of Ghosts