Top 100 Jacqueline Carey Quotes
#1. I cannot blame them, in truth, for desiring ... But they were like children, who have only just begun to grasp the idea of a thing. And like children, they had no notion of laboring to create, but only of having ... and no thought given to the cost, to others, of taking it.
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#4. Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?"
"Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love.
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#6. In the arts of covertcy, it is death to second-guess oneself.
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#7. Without plenty, the wealthy lack compassion for the poor, hoarding without sharing. Without law, the strong bully the weak, stealing by force.
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#8. If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.
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#10. Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
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#12. I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
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#14. How strange it must be, I thought, to be wed not merely as husband and wife but Cruarch and Queen, trading men's lives and the wealth of nations as love-tokens.
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#15. Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
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#16. Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both.
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#17. Hey, sister buzz-kill," she said languorously to Jen. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"I don't know," Jen retorted. "What died and crawled up your ass?"
There were times I regretted being an only child. This wasn't one of them.
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#18. Never before had I used my service to escape any woes that troubled me, but I did that day.
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#19. It is passing strange, what a fluid thing is one's own identity.
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#20. 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.
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#22. Having a literary agent makes a huge difference in submitting work. My agent has access and tremendous passion.
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#23. But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.
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#24. One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form.
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#26. I will be your friend, then, for the ancient Hellenes said a good friend may stand between a man and his moira. Do you know what that means?'
'Fate.' I answered unthinking...
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#28. If I'm to be damned for what I've done, I'll be damned in full and not by halves.
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#29. I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.
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#31. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.
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#32. We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
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#34. That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends.
And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.
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#35. A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?
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#36. A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a ... a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.
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#37. I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
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#38. I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.
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#39. It is a human failing, to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least, and the worst to those we love best.
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#40. Vampire in real life aren't like the ones in the movies. They weren't going to be playing baseball in a thunderstorm.
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#42. No two sacrifices are the same, and yet all are, in the end. It is the commitment to belong, wholly, to that which claims one.
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#43. Always, he whispered. The gods do not always answer, but they are always listening.
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#44. To my surprise, Joscelin rose. 'Phedre-' He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. 'Phedre yields with a willow's grace,' he said softly. 'And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
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#45. I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who'd never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.
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#46. How do you want to die, Admiral? We are D'Angeline. At the hand of numbers, or dreams?
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#49. You're as bad as your master," he muttered, scarce audible amid the sea-sounds. "Worse. At least he didn't ply his words from a courtesan's lips.
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#50. If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
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#51. I have always loved fantasy; I think probably stepping through the wardrobe with Lucy in C.S. Lewis's 'Narnia Chronicles' was my first exposure when I was really little.
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#52. There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.
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#53. The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.
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#54. For the keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.
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#55. This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.
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#56. Not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always.
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#58. It is a dangerous thing to bring a dream to life ... I have watched my deepest, dearest hopes take shape, and I am not entirely sure I like the shape they have taken.
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#59. And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.
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#61. Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
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#63. A pretty sight; it would have surprised me, if my capacity for surprise wasn't flattened.
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#65. I don't really consider my work, on the whole, 'fringe' in my own mind; science fiction and fantasy have been pretty solidly in the mainstream for a while.
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#66. We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.
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#67. There are many things wealth cannot buy, and most of those are enumerated by philosophers who have never woken wondering if this day would be their last.
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#68. Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
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#69. It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you
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#70. I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer
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#71. You have given us a part in a story the bards will sing to our children's children.
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#72. There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
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#73. In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.
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#74. Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.
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#75. And in so doing, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves. Now that was a thought made me shudder to the bone. I wondered if it were true, and if it were, what would happen when some deity bent out of true by mortal ambition returned to set the record straight.
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#76. I bid you to aid one another. Let the wealthy have charity for the poor. Let the strong have mercy on the weak. And I promise, if we are victorious, such a time shall never come again.
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#77. Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers
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#78. If the greatest danger one faces as a slave is displeasing one's masters, this is the second: pleasing them.
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#79. Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?
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#80. It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
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#82. As often as not, we forge our own chains. And from those, not even Adonai Himself can free us. We must do it ourselves.
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#83. We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.
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#84. All paths are present, always ... and we can but choose among them.
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#85. The gods use their chosen hard, but reveal little to them.
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#86. It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.
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#87. I discovered that we liked each other. But I was fearful of giving free rein to my emotions. Fearful that all those emotions and longings I suppressed would spill forth, rendering me bitter and cruel.
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#88. It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.
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#89. I never forgot, never, that it had been he who, with two words, turned my deadliest flaw to a treasure beyond price.
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#90. super-size emotions had saved me. God knows, I'd spent enough time wrestling with them, but I'd never thought before about how much of what animates us as human beings - or semi-human beings - depends on our feelings. Without
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#92. The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.
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#94. Only insofar as you enjoy being sorry, my dear, which, while it is a considerable amount, occurs only after the fact, thus making it a singularly ineffective deterrent, yes?
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#95. You like him?"
I nodded. "I like him. Hell, Mogwai likes him."
"You could pick a worse judge of character than your cat," she said in a pragmatic voice.
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#96. By the way, if you're ever conversing with an actual vampire, do not refer to the House of Shadows as Twilight Manor. There's a reason vampires aren't known for their senses of humour.
If you accidentally do so, I'd say run, but it's probably already too late.
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#99. For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.
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#100. Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
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