The Lover Quotes

“The name doesn’t matter. You know me. I have no silks or gold, but I’d promise to eat your enemy’s heart and tear their lungs out with my claws in exchange for your kiss, dear Judith, which is more than a prince could say.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“I’ll think of you the night of the party, Judith, when I rush through the forest and tear open a stag’s throat with a single bite. I’ll remember how the red of the ribbon matches the red of its blood.” “You’re a madman,” she said, freeing herself of his grasp and adjusting the shawl. “Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“I have no silks or gold, but I’d promise to eat your enemy’s heart and tear their lungs out with my claws in exchange for your kiss,”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“The winter traced icicles upon the roofs of houses, turned the land into ivory, lashed the trees with its might. Then it grew silent.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“Her every waking hour was yearning; the nights were sleepless sorrow.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“It’s a ballad about a girl who’s dragged to the bottom of the river by her demon lover.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest. Gently she closed the door behind him and showed him the bed where a warm meal might be had.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“You have your claws in my heart, Judith of the Black Hair. I’ll go away when winter ends, but I’ll return in the fall to see how you’re faring.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“He began humming his tune again. “The maiden was young and fair, she wore a red ribbon in her black hair,” he sang. “Alas, she was not wise, she drowned in the river, it was her demise. Heed the warning and let this song ward you away from evil and wrong.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“Grandmother was dead, and now Judith could open a book until its spine cracked, sitting with ferocious delight in the warmth of the hut for a little while.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“The hunter’s name was Nathaniel, and, alas, he was not Judith’s lover.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“She attempted to lie to herself and to believe his finely spun lies, too, in a desperate act of self-immolation. Yet it did no good, and when they moved toward the bed, she remained lost, alone, bone chilled. It was like trying to revive a fire when water has been poured on it: there was only smoke.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“The stranger held her. It was pleasant to feel the warmth of another and sit in silence, without haste, even as she thought of a different man.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“Love! What a simple word that could not encompass her feelings, so deep and turbulent she feared she’d drown just by looking at him. Her every waking hour was yearning; the nights were sleepless sorrow. From the first moment he’d spoken to her, she’d loved him, then had to endure the agony of his loss. Now she knew a new agony, both the pleasure of his embrace and the weight of sin.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“You’re a madman,” she said, freeing herself of his grasp and adjusting the shawl. “Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“Would you demand of the tree or the raven its name?” he asked, his hand now carefully clutching her face, the thumb sliding against her lower lip to trace the shape of it. “The name doesn’t matter. You know me. I have no silks or gold, but I’d promise to eat your enemy’s heart and tear their lungs out with my claws in exchange for your kiss, dear Judith, which is more than a prince could say.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover