Among the Burning Flowers Quotes

“For me, change is difficult. It is paralyzing. It makes me feel vulnerable,’ Liyat said. ‘I live in fear of making the wrong choice, because I have seen how badly that can go.”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers

“It frightens me that our faith can be twisted so.”
“As all faiths can in the wrong hands.”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers

“For hours, he had prayed at her bedside, willing her to open her eyes, knowing he might be next to catch the sickness.
Please, Saint above, not her, not Bette. Mother told me to look after her. I will give you anything.
And now Marosa was joining their family. A family stalked by sorrow. And what if it was her the Saint would take in exchange for Betriese?
What if Marosa died like his mother, in childbirth, and he was the cause?
Aubrecht pressed his fingers to his forehead, where a dull pain was building. Sometimes his thoughts became so intense, they physically hurt. Only Liuthe knew of this affliction, this uncontrollable fear of loss. Part of him wished he could love less acutely, so his wild imaginings would not hold so much power over him, but he knew himself too well to think that it would ever change.
He slowed and counted every breath, trying to break his plummet.”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers

“For hours, he had prayed at her bedside, willing her to open her eyes, knowing he might be next to catch the sickness.
Please, Saint above, not her, not Bette. Mother told me to look after her. I will give you anything.
And now Marisa was joining their family. A family stalked by sorrow. And what if it was her the Saint would take in exchange for Betriese?
What if Marisa died like his mother, in childbirth, and he was the cause?
Aubrecht pressed his fingers to his forehead, where a dull pain was building. Sometimes his thoughts became so intense, they physically hurt. Only Liuthe knew of this affliction, this uncontrollable fear of loss. Part of him wished he could live less acutely, so his wild imaginings would not hold so much power over him, but he knew himself too well to think that it would ever change.
He slowed and counted every breath, trying to break his plummet”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers

“A few years ago, an ancient compass came into my keeping. At some point in time, its needle had rusted into place,’ she said. ‘I was like that compass when you found me. I had finally established a safe place, a home, in Perunta. But the longer you remain still, the more the rust starts to cover you, and underneath, you become fragile. And soon it hurts to move at all.”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers

“We cannot turn back time, but we can keep on living.”
― Samantha Shannon, Among the Burning Flowers