Jane Steele Quotes

“I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories.

We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“And in a way I have always thought that words are alive a little, for they can whisper sweet nothings and roar dragon flame with equal efficiency.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Though I no longer presumed to have a conscience, I have never once lacked feelings.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“I relate to this story almost as I would a friend or a lover - at times I want to breathe its entire alphabet into my lungs, and at others I should prefer to throw it across the room.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Some tragedies bind us, as lies do; they are ropes braided of hurt and bitterness, and you cannot ever fully understand how pinioned you are until the ties are loosened.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“We are all of us daily decaying, after all; the speed is our only variant.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“If I must go to hell to find my mother again, so be it: I will be another embodied disaster. But I will be a beautiful disaster.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Some cities bustle, some meander, I have read; London blazes and it incinerates. London is the wolf's maw. From the instant I arrived there, I loved every smoldering inch of it”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell the truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“secrets decay, as corpses do, growing ranker over time.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“My earlier metaphor had been wrong, I discovered. The splash of ink from the pen dropping onto the page looked nothing like a spray of blood at all.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Charles says that he does not care what sort of Jane I am so long as I am his Jane; Sardar says that he does not care what sort of Jane I am so long as I am my own Jane; Sahjara says that she does not care what sort of Jane I am so long as she is my Sahjara. Thus I am daily three Janes, and so the luckiest of all.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“You cannot know what it means, reader, to have thought yourself despised for your unworthiness for a period of years - to have supposed your very nature poison, and your friend right to have thus abandoned you - and to learn thereafter that you were loved not too little but too well.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“A word of advice: Do not ever kill for love, or you will find yourself tethered, staked to the ground when your cleanest instincts require you to run for your life without a backwards glance. Killing for love is one of the most tangled acts you can commit, reader, in an already twisted world.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“can’t give any credence to the Bible because so many villains quote it.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“but people cannot help being who they are.” “They can help the things they do because of who they are, however.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“I hope that the epitaph of the human race when the world ends will be: Here perished a species which lived to tell stories.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“But I will be a beautiful disaster.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Confident I remain, however, and I find myself hopeful as well -- if the world is wide enough for me to find someone, who knows what miracles lurk behind each and every closed door? Charles Thornefield and I are far from perfect; but we are perfect for each other, and perhaps in the end, our chains bind us more closely than anyone who has never been a prisoner can imagine.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“As soon as I could leave off stroking his skin, I touched the mark at my own neck and blessed it; for we are doers of deeds, he and I, and as such lose parts of our flesh along the way, and can only pray to meet friends and lovers who can help to stitch us back again, and that we can make them whole in turn. •”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Grief is a strange passenger; it rides on one’s shoulder quiet as a guardian angel one moment, then sinks razor talons into one’s collarbones the next.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Miss Steele can a man make a greater blunder than to ignore the intuition of a woman?”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Until something has been taken from you, it is difficult to gauge what sort of holes will be left by its absence.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“That accidents happen is a universal principle - and perhaps the only universal principle worth mentioning, for it governs an enormous percentage of our daily lives.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“One can grow accustomed to carrying unseeable scars, as if the tattoo one wears is inked in flesh tone over flesh tone; but nevertheless one is still covered in secret, painted with secret, stained by it.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“I bit the inside of my lip until I could taste all I had left of my mother, which was her blood.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism, and you know how reliable that is. —Joseph Campbell”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Here perished a species which lived to tell stories. We tell stories to strangers to ingratiate ourselves, stories to lovers to better adhere us skin to skin, stories in our heads to banish the demons. When we tell the truth, often we are callous; when we tell lies, often we are kind. Through it all, we tell stories, and we own an uncanny knack for the task.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“the death, the loss—that was only what happens to us after we are born, and not a punishment at all.”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele

“Until something has been taken from you, it is difficult to gauge what sort of holes will be left by its absence. Guessing”
― Lyndsay Faye, Jane Steele