Top 59 Quotes About Nevermore
#1. Nevermore is more than an illusion child. It is very real.
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Jennifer Donnelly
#2. Over the obsidian hills and the sunken yellow dale, through the vast oceans of fog and the fires of nevermore, sits the fickle doors of the land of twilight. I will traverse it all, and execute righteous judgment on all that oppose me.
H.S. Crow
#3. The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes. "Say 'Nevermore,' " said Shadow. "Fuck you," said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.
Anonymous
#5. Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Neil Gaiman
#6. Darker the hell, darker the life...darker the death, darker the fear..." the painter's left-hand fingers where drenched in black color, which he kept on scrolling on white paper until he made a...
"Raven...darkest like hell and life...raven darkest like fear and death...raven...nevermore
Rao Umar Javed
#7. An Elegy
A thousand times must we deplore
The lost will never come to life again;
Even as flowing water runs away,
Returning nevermore.
Lady Kanin
Reiko Chiba
#8. Quoth the Raven," said a glitching voice from the phone.
"Nevermore," said the man.
"Then the game has started
Rao Umar Javed
#9. Nevermore," Lolli said. "That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.
Holly Black
#10. Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!-a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?-weep now or nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe
#11. Haunted by demons of the past, hounded by demons not yet met, the nevermore and evermore left her little peace." ~A Tale of Two Women
Kimberly Kinrade
#12. Love's alchemical power is nevermore clear than in the moments when we least expect it to grace our lives; for love transforms, love transcends, love awakens.
Atalina Wright
#13. Other friends have flown before - On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
Edgar Allan Poe
#14. Now mine eyes see the heart that once we did search for, and I fear this heart shall be mended, nevermore.
Marissa Meyer
#15. Humanity has gained its suit; Liberty will nevermore be without an asylum.
Marquis De Lafayette
#16. Nevermore shall men make slaves of others! Not in Asgard
not on Earth
not any place where the hammer of Thor can be swung
or where men of good faith hold freedom dear!
Stan Lee
#17. Stories. They're everywhere ... You never know where they start and you certainly don't know where they'll end. If they ever DO end. (Nevermore)
Linda Newbery
#18. The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at playThrough the meadow land toward a closing doorA door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
Johnny Mercer
#20. Nevermore Tree was gargantuan, a word which here means 'having attained an inordinate amount of botanical volume.
Lemony Snicket
#21. Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow. "Fuck you," said the raven. It
Neil Gaiman
#22. nevermore will i lie in the wake of your ambivalence
A.P. Sweet
#23. Nothing further then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered-- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore.
Edgar Allan Poe
#24. Hi! handsome hunting man
Fire your little gun.
Bang! Now the animal
is dead and dumb and done.
Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again,
Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
Walter De La Mare
#26. Ah dearest heart if you will but wait
I'll become the ideal soulmate
nevermore causing you a moment's trouble
and I but a mere ectoplasmic bubble
swaying above your gorgeous head
gruff and garrulous and safely dead.
Christy Brown
#27. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
Edgar Allan Poe
#28. Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore.
Edgar Allan Poe
#29. If bright water you stain with mud, you nevermore will find it fit to drink.
Aeschylus
#30. Lady Ligeia," he began again, "is a woman in the literature who returns from the dead, taking over another woman's body to be with her true love."
"Oh, yes. Lovely" Isobel blanched. "I guess the other chick didn't mind at all?
Kelly Creagh
#31. Okeydokey," I said to myself. "Provisions, check. Clothes, check. Enough explosives to pose a legitimate threat to multiple small countries-" I eyed the duffel bags that Gazzy and Iggy had packed- "check.
James Patterson
#34. Isobel moved farther into the kitchen, not knowing whether to be relieved that her mother hadn't had an atomic meltdown, or mortified that she'd taken it upon herself to play head chef with the nearest thing Trenton High had to a Dark Lord.
Kelly Creagh
#35. She stood in the mist, waiting for him again.
Always in the same place.
Kelly Creagh
#36. Like a serpent, this demon had coiled and nested into those empty and cavernous spaces of his heart. Like a harpy, she had preyed on his absolute aloneness.
Kelly Creagh
#37. Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don't work on Tuesdays.
Kelly Creagh
#38. So." [Isobel] cleared her throat. "What are we doing?"
"We," [Varen] said at last, "are doing a project on Poe."
"Didn't he marry his cousin or something?"
"The man is a literary god and that's all you have to say?
Kelly Creagh
#40. Besides," Gwen added, fluffing the dress folds, "this thing took forever, so you're wearing it."
"Wait you made this?" Isobel asked, distracted.
"Altered it," she admitted. She shrugged. "Half off at the Nearly New Shop. By the way, you owe me twenty-five dollars.
Kelly Creagh
#41. Sam stop yelling at her!" her mother yelled.
"If this were in Japsnese," said Danny, "it could be an anime.
Kelly Creagh
#42. Isobel's head popped up. "What does 'sagacious' mean?"
"Sagacious," he said, writing, "adjective describing someone in possession of acute mental faculties. Also describing one who might, in a bookstore, think to get up and locate an actual dictionary instead of asking a billion questions.
Kelly Creagh
#43. Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath the
floorboards.
Kelly Creagh
#44. You can't understand us. We don't even understand ourselves.
Kelly Creagh
#45. Oh come now. It's no fun if you don't know why I'm gutting you when I'm gutting you. Think!
Kelly Creagh
#46. Dancers churned around them like storm tossed flowers, their heads held to either side as they whirled with abandonment.
"Look at them," he whispered, his voice in her ear. "Have you ever seen anything like it? They have everything, don't they? Everything except a single care to dwell on.
Kelly Creagh
#47. Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!
James Patterson
#48. And keep a watch out at the garage door, because you'll be back by the stroke of seven thirty and in time for dinner or else you'll turn back into an alien and be deported to your home planet.
Kelly Creagh
#49. I love you Max,"Fang said ... "God, Max I love you so much."
I know. I thought. I've always known
James Patterson
#50. Isobel watched as Varen's head turned slowly toward her father. She couldn't exactly tell with the sunglasses, but she somehow knew that he had to be staring down the false Poe with one of his most penetrating "you are the essence of lameness" expressions.
Kelly Creagh
#51. Isobel's face burned. Her skin tingled where he'd touched her, with an almost imperceptible electricity that she couldn't be sure if she was imagining. Like the tips of her fingers had somehow fallen asleep.
Kelly Creagh
#52. So, you let me get through that whole spiel, my entire tirade, but weren't going to let me have the dramatic walkaway, were you?
Kelly Creagh
#53. You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else's dream who is, themselves, someone else's.
Kelly Creagh
#54. Oh, sure. Let me just ask my geek brother to stop slaying zombie ninjas for a few hours so I can borrow the PC and catch up on my Victorian horror lit.
Kelly Creagh
#55. He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace.
Kelly Creagh
#56. He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.
Maureen Child
#57. She is the harbinger of nightmares as well as death, destruction, and insanity. Said to reign in an alternate dimension, a bleak and desertlike twilight version of reality, Lilith has long been hailed as the queen of mental darkness.
Kelly Creagh
#58. She'd never seen a boy with hands like that, with long, delicate fingers, beautiful but still masculine. His fingernails were long too, almost crystalline, tapered to points. They were the kind of hands you'd expect to see under lace cuffs, like Mozart or something.
Kelly Creagh
#59. He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.
James Patterson
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