The Feminine Art of Revenge Quotes

“She didn’t want to be forbidden fruit, something to long for in the small hours and regret in the daylight. She wanted to nourish his bones, stick there like a metal rod to strengthen his spine.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“My mother explained it to me once like this. We women may be no match for the brute strength of a man on the battlefield, so we must make our own battlefields, choose our own weapons.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“Easily won pleasures didn’t satisfy her, the thrill was in the striving, the agonizingly slow ascent, the dreaming, the fantasy.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“Your life devoted to an art,’ she’d said. ‘I think it’s the noblest pursuit a human spirit can take. Mastery. It goes against our nature as flawed, imperfect, prone to illness and defect, mortal after all. It goes against our nature but somehow obeys the call on our spirit”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“What do you want?’ he asked her.
‘What do any of us want?’ she replied.
‘All right, enough with the fucking riddles, Sylvie. Listen, I’ve got money.’
‘I’m not for sale.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“Sylvie watched and drank quietly, thinking that the women were beautiful. And that this kind of dance, the type that went on in the darkened private room, was an exercise in intimacy, in connection, in an exchange of energy between people who had no past and no future together. It was contained within one song. Sylvie felt that being a dancer captured something true about being a woman, performance, but also surrender to the performance and she missed it.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“They would enchant him with their music, their wordless beauty, and then they would dance him to death, carrying his body with them into another realm when the first sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“The past was over with and Sylvie had been given a gift. A new North Star. Something to wish for and my God, was she good at that. She felt as though she’d discovered the secret to ecstatic living, and she wanted to shout it on every street corner: ‘Let me show you how to yearn, how to ache with longing! Desire is the most exquisite pain, once you learn how to do it, you’ll choose it over easy pleasure again and again and again!”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge

“...but there was something else that emanated from him. She didn’t know what it was exactly, but it spoke without words and pulled her in, like a finger hooked through the belt loop of her dress.”
― Celine Saintclare, The Feminine Art of Revenge