Followed by Frost Quotes

“Why else would one read unbelievable stories but in hopes of believing? I always saw novels as an outlet for which the mind can escape this world, not be tethered to it.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“The mind and heart are two separate entities, and one cannot control the other”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“His laughter made me laugh, his thoughts made me think, and his silence made me listen to each intake of his breath.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“For happiness has wings, and when burdened by the things a man should want, Garen could not reach it.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I always saw novels as an outlet for which the mind can escape this world, not be tethered to it.” “I”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“They all talked freely among themselves, the chatter filling the air and tumbling over itself, like the city was breathing.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I smiled, feeling more peaceful than I had in years. My curse had become another’s blessing. How wonderful, to give this to them.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I have known cold, the chills with which even the deepest winters cannot compare. I have lived it, breathed it, and lost by it. I have known cold, for it dwelled in the deepest hollows of my soul. And the day I broke Mordan’s heart, it devoured me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I have known cold. I have known the cold that freezes to the bones, to the spirit itself. The cold that stills the heart and crystallizes the blood. The kind of cold that even fire fears, that can turn a woman to glass. I have seen Death.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“My world was so small then. Euwan was an ordinary town full of ordinary people, and I believed myself an oyster pearl among them.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Fiction is for dreamers.” He smirked. “Is it?” I turned up the flame in the oil lamp. “Why else would one read unbelievable stories but in hopes of believing? I always saw novels as an outlet for which the mind can escape this world, not be tethered to it.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Even the most stubborn of pains can be forgotten when one is distracted by a good book or song, or when chores demand the mind’s full attention.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“And, as always, my utmost thanks to my Heavenly Father for blessing me with such an awesome career!”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Liquid thunder raced from each of his fingertips through my skin, boiling my blood and turning my pounding heart inside out. My breath caught in my throat. My tears stopped. The lightest touch . . . but it engulfed me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Sunlight poured over me, golden and blinding and warm, as if God’s own breath washed over me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I. Felt. So. Warm. Like the very sun radiated inside me, its rays spreading from crown to toes.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I shrieked, and I cried, warm tears filling my eyes and falling down my face, running smoothly along my cheeks without freezing.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“He looked at me. I couldn’t describe it beyond that. It was an unreadable gaze. I just want you to be happy. Couldn’t he see that? Silence lingered between us for several minutes. I could feel myself crumbling, and it was all I could do to pick up the pieces before they hit the floor.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Unshed tears lingered behind my eyes, but I was too tired to keep crying. Still, no distraction could dull the hurt in my chest that throbbed in tune with my heart. Only time could heal me. Only time.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“At first I felt angry with the bid fate had made for me, angry at the injustice of it all. Then shame swept over me for thinking such selfish thoughts. Finally came clarity, and with clarity came a sorrow that spun itself like wool around me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I could hear the music as we trailed our way up the broad, winding stairs—engrossing melodies with dozens of harmonies and heavy, methodic percussion. It was the sort of music that could coax life into even a slow-beating heart like mine, the kind you could taste just by breathing.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“In my dream, I lived in my mountains again. The beasts were tracking me over muddy fields and rocky inclines, and I ran from them without looking back, my tattered dress blowing around me. I grabbed tree branches to pull myself up steep slopes, each touch sending frost skittering across the wood. The dogs howled in the distance.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I reached for it, but he pulled it from my grasp, inspecting the woven yarn with his dark brown eyes—dark like wet mountain soil, though I noticed a lighter brown around his pupils, a color like the predawn desert, before the sun could turn it gold.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Often, in my loneliness, I played with embers like these, imagining that I was not cursed but blessed—a woman who could touch fire and remain unscathed. I blew onto the coal softly, my cold breath dimming its red life.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“dew is fallen rain that yearns to return to heaven. Every night it struggles up from the earth that has claimed it, climbing the grass on its journey to the sky. But every day the sun, keeper of the heavens, forbids it from completing its journey and casts it back into the soil.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I prayed earnestly that the ill would recover, hoping that the prayers of a coldhearted woman would be enough to help them.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“my coldness felt especially brisk to me at that moment, and with nothing to distract me from it, I focused on its chill—the way it seemed to chew on me from the inside, like falling through ice and the shock of hitting the cold water, except that lightning-like sensation never subsided or calmed, only ached and throbbed.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“Since I was a child I have found languages fascinating, especially old or forgotten ones. To me, they are like secrets.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“I nodded back, the spark inside me burning a little brighter—almost enough for me to imagine it being warm. How strange it was to see a genuine smile directed toward me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost

“A darkness seeped into the cold that flowed through my veins, and it gradually consumed me.”
― Charlie N. Holmberg, Followed by Frost