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141 " 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. "
― S. Jae-Jones , Wintersong (Wintersong, #1)
142 " You have something much more enduring than beauty,” she said severely. “And what is that?” “Grace,” she said simply. “Grace, and talent.” I "
143 " He looked at me as no one had before, as though I were more the sum of my eyes, my nose, my lips, my hair, and my wretched plainness. He looked as though he saw me entire, as though he knew me" -Liesl "
144 " If it were only feathers that could transform a sparrow into a peacock" -Liesl"A sparrow is beautiful in its own way. Don't force yourself to be a peacock, Liesl. Embrace your sparrow self. Look." -Kathe "
145 " I want away. I want escape. I want a life lived to the fullest—filled with strawberries and chocolate torte and music. And acclaim. Acceptance. I cannot find that here. "
― S. Jae-Jones , Shadowsong (Wintersong, #2)
146 " Without sacrifice, nothing good can grow. Without death, there can be no rebirth." -Der Erlkonig "
147 " I would shape the world to fit the music in my soul. I "
148 " But I fought this battle every day, fighting upstream against the inevitable, inexorable pull of my own destructive tendencies, "
149 " 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. "
150 " What will you do when there is no one left to take care of, no one left to look after? Is that when you will finally look after you? "
151 " Ah, but are we not, in some ways, all trapped in a labyrinth of our own making?" the Goblin King asked lightly. "
152 " My weakness did not pass; it grew worse the longer I was awake. I thought about calling for Twig or Thistle, to have them bring me something to eat or drink, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted to cry. I had spent tears of rage, frustration, and sorrow since becoming the Goblin King’s bride, but I hadn’t allowed myself the indulgence of a good sob. The undignified, broken-hearted, mournful wail of ugly tears. The weight of that unreleased cry pressed down upon my lungs and my heart. I "
153 " So I tried my best to stifle hope. Because hope’s twin was despair, and despair was infinitely worse. "
154 " The sun was high overhead in the world above. My husband slept soundly beside me, his breathing soft and even. We had fallen asleep resting against each other, but during the night we had drifted apart, founding our separate kingdoms on opposite sides of his bed. Our borders were delineated by a pile of bedclothes. We had touched each other in the most intimate ways possible, but neither of us could bear the other’s closeness. Not yet. "
155 " Beware. That on burns like kindling. All flash, and no real heat. But you...you smolder, mistress. There is a fire burning within you, but it is a slow burn. It shimmers with heat, waiting only for a breath to fan it to life. Most curious. Most curious, indeed" -Merchant "
156 " You always called me the gardener of your heart,” he said softly. “But you have gone and grown your flowers without me. "
157 " For you, Elisabeth.” He offered me the flute again. This time I took it. Despite the cold air, the instrument was warm, and felt almost like skin beneath my hands. It was only after the stranger disappeared that I realized he had called me by my given name. Elisabeth. How could he have possibly known? * "
158 " How did we get there?” I asked in a muffled voice. “What are we to do?”I felt Josef’s shoulders lift in a shrug. “What we’ve always done, I suppose. Survive. "
159 " But I love it up here. There is a certain allure to this place, some dark, shameful part of me that thrills at the beauty of death and decay.”Walking arm in arm with the Countess, I understood what she meant. The notion of finding death and decay beautiful should have sounded ridiculous and morbid, yet it resonated with me with a sort of romance of its own. "
160 " Loveliness of the spirit is worth more than loveliness of the flesh" -Der Erlkonig "
