The Saint of Heartbreak Quotes

“If only that sweet smile could be distilled in a glass bottle.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“You thief. You’ve sickened me with a heart, that thing snagged and wrung out by thorns. You’ve replenished it, you’ve stolen it, bled it again,”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“No matter how grisly fates can be in Hell, souls torn apart until they’re smatterings of viscera, they always find a way to piece themselves back together again. Even splinters have a life inside them. Memories of running down roads and petting stray dogs and curling up beside one’s mother on a bed of hay.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“But come to my bed and hold me, and I can pretend one person in this universe is mine. Let one person stay.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“He wants a heat hotter than any of the fiery lakes to consume him, so he can feel—so he can have one thing that will never leave.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“His fingers burn like hellfire, like ice. “I do enjoy a tragedy.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“The way his tongue flicks his teeth could count as an act of violence.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“But it is. That’s what being a survivor is, isn’t it? We’re steel, even if we wanted the luxury of being silk.” Luxury. Should it be a luxury? Did he only ever ask for too much?”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“A carrion-feeder cannot decide to be a dove.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“All his attempts at thorns, and all he has are petals.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“The Devil’s heart, if it can be called that, twinges, and he can’t say why. It stirs, a moth nudging its chrysalis.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“But at least being an instrument means being held.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“He is, after all, only good for being an instrument of grief.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak

“Judas is being tedious, but Hell is tedium. Where you know the shape of your suffering better than you know the shape of yourself. If there’s even a difference between your grief and who you are. If one thinks about their grief, loves because of their grief, and hates because of their grief, who’s to say they aren’t what they’ve lost? Walking chasms.”
― Morgan Dante, The Saint of Heartbreak