Fierce Quotes

“Be Zen. I breathe with the universe.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“I think that the kind of man you want scares you, and the kind of man you feel safe with bores you.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“The natural world, I guess you’d call it—it’s not separate for Maori. It’s not ‘nature,’ or if it is, we belong in it, and it’s part of us. We’re all tied together. The ancestors, the family, the ones who’ll come after us. The land and the sky and the sea, and the creatures, too. All together, all part of the same world.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“Whale Rider,”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“a reminder of what strength is, and what it’s for. That it’s to bear what you have to, and to protect the people you...” “The people you love,”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“It’s my whakapapa. My genealogy. My ancestors, my iwi, my whanau—my tribe and my family, the parts of it I want to think about—and my own journey.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“A hei toki’s the adze. For strength. Determination. Courage as well.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“she saved her brothers and they saved her, the king married her. But before that? Where was his faith in her? Why would a woman marry a man who’d been willing to let her die? The thing between her and her brothers—that kind of love, I can believe in. That’s true love. Love that endures anything, will sacrifice anything to save the beloved person. Love that’s stronger even than self-preservation. But the other kind, the love at first sight thing, the enchantment thing? Not so much. It seems to me it can end as quickly as it begins, because there’s not enough there to build a life on, or to put your faith in. So I love the story, but I hate the ending. Except the wing. I love the wing.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“Nuage. Tinted the palest lavender, the inner petals nearly white, folded tightly, preserving their secrets. The outer petals a pinkish purple, delicately ruffled at the edges, offering up their gift of feminine sensuality. “Smell,” she said, and I bent and inhaled. A bit spicy, a bit sweet. Exactly right. Exactly Hope.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“Hope I could tell you that I didn’t cry that night after I ran out on Hemi, but it would be a lie. I could tell you that I didn’t rage inside at him, and at myself for being naïve enough to believe that he’d wanted anything more from me than sex. That I didn’t rage at life for dangling the prospect of something better in front of me, for making me hope as I hadn’t dared to for so long, only to snatch the hope away. This was why I didn’t dream anymore. It hurt too much when your dreams died.”
― Rosalind James, Fierce

“Kaua e mate wheke, mate ururoa. (Don’t die like an octopus; die like a hammerhead shark. - Fight to the end.) ​— ​MAORI PROVERB”
― Rosalind James, Fierce