Top 49 S. Jae-Jones Quotes
#1. Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.
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#2. The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage.
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#3. I did not want to fight. I wanted to surrender, because surrender was the greater part of courage.
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#4. Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster.
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#5. His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful
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#6. To love is to be selfless. Let me be selfless.
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#7. It was a pleasure to open that door and turn the lock, hearing the solid thunk and clang as the mechanism slid into place. I had done this so many times to my own heart; it was a pleasure to do it to the world.
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#8. Promises, eh? You make so many, but how many of them can you keep?
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#9. I would shape the world to fit the music in my soul. I
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#10. Trapped and tormented by your own wishes. I knew intimately how that felt; I was often strangled by the tyranny of my desires.
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#11. What did immortality do to one who was once mortal? It stretched him thin.
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#13. Goblins do not feel the way mortals do," he went on. "You humans live and love so fiercely. We crave that. We need that. That fire sustains us. It sustains me.
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#14. Dangerous as a winter wind, which freezes the marrow from within, and not like a blade, which slashes the throat from without
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#15. Life," he said softly, "is more than flesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the flame. The longer I burn the candle..." He did not finish.
"A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick," I said."I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.
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#16. What would be enough? He had an answer he wanted to hear, but I withheld it. Games and more games. We would always be dancing with each other, the Goblin King and I.
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#17. You have something much more enduring than beauty," she said severely. "And what is that?" "Grace," she said simply. "Grace, and talent." I
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#18. What's the use of running, if we are on the wrong road.
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#19. What is eternal life but a prolonged death.
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#20. My hopes and dreams, so tattered and tender, had been sheltered by secrecy for so long that I could not bear to bring them to light.
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#21. Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth."
"Then your name, mein Herr."
He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. "No."
"Why?"
"So you will forget me," he said simply. "You cannot love a man with no name.
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#22. Have I not?" I gestured to the night sky. "I have beaten you and your godforsaken labyrinth." "Ah, but are we not, in some ways, all trapped in a labyrinth of our own making?" the Goblin King asked lightly.
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#23. What did you think the answer would be, Elisabeth? I toy with you because I can. Because it gives me great pleasure. Because I was bored.
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#24. An inarticulate scream of rage strangled me. I wanted
to destroy something, to spend my anger against the unfairness of every thing. I wanted nothing more than to grapple with the Goblin King, to tear him from limb to limb, a Maenad against Orpheus. I tightened my hands into fists.
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#25. So I tried my best to stifle hope. Because hope's twin was despair, and despair was infinitely worse. If hope hurt, then despair was the absence of hurt. It was the absence of feeling. It was the absence of caring. I wanted very much to care.
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#26. If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames.
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#27. Loveliness of the spirit is worth more than loveliness of the flesh.
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#28. Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below, and keeps the wheel of life turning.
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#29. I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again and
again and again.
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#30. She was the sun and he was the earth waking from a thaw.
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#31. What will happen to you if I win?" I whispered.
A smile crossed his lips, but the corners were downturned, more sad than satisfied. "You know," he said. "You're the only one who's ever asked.
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#32. What would you do, if you were a free man?"
"I would take my violin and play. I would walk the world and play, until someone called me by name and called me home.
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#34. To grow old was to have lived a full life.
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#35. This was the Goblin King. The abductor of maidens, the punisher of misdeeds, the Lord of Mischief and the Underground.
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#36. I love you, Elisabeth." I hold him tighter to me, even as my heart unravels. "By God, I love you so.
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#37. After all, I was not a child of beauty; I was a child of the queer, the strange, and the wild. I
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#38. Was my sacrifice worth it? I felt hollow and bereft, yet the grief in my heart had palpable weight, bearing me down to the ground. I could not breathe. I carried the burden of my love for my family, and it threatened to suffocate me.
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#39. This was the immortality humans were meant to have: to be remembered by those who loved us long after our bodies hac crumblen into dust.
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#40. A wanton women is ripened fruit,' Constanze intoned,'begging to be plucked by the Goblin King.
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#41. The wishes we make in the dark have consequences, and the Lord of Mischief will call their reckoning
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#42. Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.
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#43. Skills could be taught, but talent could not.
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#44. Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
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#45. Humans were not meant for isolation. WE were not meant for loneliness.
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#46. The last night of the year," Constanze said. "Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride.
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#47. Someone takes me in his arms. "Hans?" I ask weakly. There is no reply. Only the sensation of long fingers running along the length of my neck, soft and gentle as spring rain. They rest against my collarbones. The caress is light, and somehow reminds me of the flute in my hand. Then I know no more.
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#48. It takes love, you see, to bring the world back to life.
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#49. There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort
of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.
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