Jacqueline Carey Quotes

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

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

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

That which yields is not always weak.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

All knowledge is worth having

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

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

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.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

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

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

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

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

Those that yield are not always weak

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.

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

All paths are present, always... and we can but choose among them.

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

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

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

Spontaneity is the province of youth

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

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

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

One must gauge one's trust carefully.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

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.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.