Prince of Chandeliers Quotes

“She dreamt in shades of amethyst, drinking the deep purple elixir in ballads of wood nymphs, tiptoeing by elves that hid in the veiled alcoves of trees and spinning past garden faeries laughing.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“No, it was an intimate sort of haunting, found so in its vulnerability, its unabashed openness, in the way that it made her wish to smile and cry all at once. It was lyrical, hushed, and filled her entirely with an emotion that she could not begin to fathom. She wondered if she ever would.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“No words were uttered, superfluous as such might be. They gazed at each other, deeper, deeper with each passing moment, and it was as if, Linetta thought, the pianoforte had already begun to play a melody in wordless echoes transcending the room in which they sat.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“I will wait in sun-kissed valleys
As riddles swim past rivers of glass
I will capture honey air
To breathe in pathways without names.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Is there any sight more beautiful than ethereal mist cast over an eternal sea?”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“And the tears that stream down my face
Could simply be misplaced rivers
Of the words I do not say
Beneath the roar of the crowd
Speaking in the words of a clock.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“She paused for a moment, curtsying to the flowers as if they were lords and ladies of the court.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Like a silver garden of the sky.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“And so, they sat next to a birch tree, watching the butterflies spin around them.

Linetta leaned back, her dark hair falling against the grass until she lay there, looking up at the delicate flower creatures of the air.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“A butterfly shimmered in its flight, a buttercup that had learned to reach the heavens.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“He twirled her, and she spun around, her gown fluttering as if in an ocean breeze before flowing around her like a cloud, rising and falling like a secret of the tide fading to the seclusion of an enigmatic rose in windswept lands.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“She was the stained glass in the ballroom, and every book that surrounded the woods of color, each volume of her life, could shatter more easily than ever before.

It would have been wise, perhaps, to run from those woods, to turn from glass to girl.

Instead, she offered him her hand.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“It might prick a human heart, but her soul was of the dawn.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“A smile lifted across his face. Not an ironic one, commonly employed—or the most frequent that could only be defined as quite mad—not the jolliness of the fountains, nor even the quiet sort of comforting smile that had brightened some of her most difficult moments.

No, it was a soft smile, understated and hushed, that yet illuminated, for just a moment, his countenance in full.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“But when one does not wish to disclose information in a portrait gallery, it is best to not pry.”

Linetta blinked. “In a portrait gallery specifically?”

“Yes,” Cornelius said matter-of-factly, offering no further explanation.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“The prince sometimes broods,” he said, by way of explanation.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“He played eternity and mortality in an instant.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“And somewhere in the center of a silver rose, she found it.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Petals wove themselves into riddles.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“I will cry mermaid tears
And blow a dandelion into my heart.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“He is a man of vagueness and precision in equal measure.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Vibrant azaleas of pink and purple scattered themselves about the field, as if laughing quietly at winter, while marigolds in all their golden brightness crowned the periphery of the scene like royal sentinels. Morning glories, peonies, and tulips in turn took their cue, performers of reality bowing on a wide stage of green.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Thursdays are for riddling. Although Mondays are for jesting, so I suppose those days are ruled out, too.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“No, he was silver and amber, starlings and deep, deep purple skies of the night.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“She was lost in thoughts of evergreen.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Are many court jesters also bards?” Linetta questioned.

“Any true jaemythe is,” Cornelius said, as if to
suggest that the best of each must be his kind. He bowed low, his large eyes meeting hers. “‘We are masters of mirth and ancient song,’ so sayeth an age-old verse. For, there are always riddles to be had in the mind and heart of a jaemythe.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“It is not my way,” he said, “to stop startling guests.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Maroon air alive with fall, forever dwelling in winter’s scope,
As far as I draw breath, or lift my pen
I shall walk in parallels of journey’s end.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Whispers of amethyst meadows
Where a phoenix once cried.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“A flock of birds glided above her, rustling past the glistening underbrush as if spilling in luminescent echoes the remnants of a chalice’s tryst. Small creatures resplendent
in glittering fur scurried from beneath the uncertain refuge of the hinterland, their robust melody nearly caught in faerie-kissed thorns as rabbits and foxes alike darted amidst shimmering vines and hedges.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers