Honeythorn Quotes

“the fury is easier to feel than fear, loneliness, and sadness. Anger blinds, but it does not cure.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“He took a deep breath and with that low, soothing voice, started reading about love.
He read about love as if it were nature. As if it were a force that you would never want to escape. As if it were the mud and the trees and the wind and the moonlight that is cast down upon your naked body. As if it were the air you breathe and the blood that rises inside you. As if it were something beautiful, and giving, and all-encompassing. A catharsis, like screaming and crying and finally acknowledging your suffering.
Something intimate. Something burning. Something warm.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“That was not love. To truly love is to want to make another person feel loved—it is not malicious and selfish. That was not love.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“La biblioteca. Estantes sobre estantes repletos de libros, adentrándose en la larga sala. Amplios ventanales dejan pasar la luz, grandes mesas rectangulares colocadas perpendiculares a la pared para que uno pueda girar la cabeza para mirar al cielo. "Oh, debería haberme casado con esta habitación en su lugar. Apuesto a que eres mucho mejor conversador que mi marido real".”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“And that’s why you like poetry? For having seen love and loss?”
“Yes. I like…how soft the words can make it seem, or how ardent. Something growing, or flowing, or eating you away. When I was young and foolish, I liked the idea of my soul being taken over by this feeling. Of course, once it happened…”
Milan felt a desperate hurt rip through him.
“That was not love. To truly love is to want to make another person feel loved—it is not malicious and selfish. That was not love.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“Don’t thank me, Husband. It takes no effort to be kind to you.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“It was difficult to describe how the bond felt. A little like how one knows someone dear is standing next to you without looking, but inside. A strange awareness of their person, echoes of their emotions like heat from skin.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn

“All he knew was the cold ball of his body as he curled in on himself, shivering in the shadow that had been cast over his future.”
― Marina Vivancos, Honeythorn