Quotes by Jacqueline Carey

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a things true value.

A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?

We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.

Sidonie, I know you dont remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I cant do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.

One must gauge ones trust carefully.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Jehanne said that it would always be like this. That I would always be young and beautiful in her memory, and she in mine. That I would never grow resentful, never be tempted to betray her. That she would never grow restless and fickle, and see to replace me. So you see, not exactly the sentiments of a great and terrible love affair.

There are those who do not hold that there is any innate goodness to mankind. To them I say, had you lived my life, you would not believe it. I have known the depths to which mortals are capable of descending, and I have seen the heights. I have seen how kindness and compassion may grow in the unlikeliest of places, as the mountain flower forces its way through the stern rock.

There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

I wondered if, by the time wed been together as long as Phèdre and Joscelin, Id be able to predict her reactions. I wasnt sure I would.I wasnt sure I wanted to, either.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

I lie awake in my bed, clinging to the brightness I have known, fighting back the tide of darkness, the memories of blood and branding and horror, and the legacy of cruelty that runs in my own veins, shaping my own secret vow and wielding it like a brand against the darkness, whispering it to myself, over and over. I will try to be good.

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

...not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storytellers tale may end, but history goes on always.

Spontaneity is the province of youth