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Some favorite quotes

 

This was meant to be a Top Ten Tuesday post, but alas, time got away from me. I still had some picked out and thought I’d go ahead and share them. I’ve also shared some other favorite quotations in the past, so I tried to stay away from sharing the same ones again in favor of quotes from some of my favorite reads from the past few years (though I couldn’t resist a few perennial favorites).

“To subdue one’s self to one’s own ends might be dangerous, but to subdue one’s self to other people’s ends was dust and ashes.” Gaudy Night, Dorothy Sayers

“She knew exactly where she was, and who she was, and what she was.” The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett

“There was a space inside me, cupped and still. It was small as cupped hands; it was large as the sky. It was untouched and it was touch itself. It was empty and it was full. I held love there, like a treasure. I held my own name.” The Scorpion Rules, Erin Bow

“It’s a dark place, not knowing.
It’s difficult to surrender to.
But I guess it’s where we live most of the time. I guess it’s where we all live, so maybe it doesn’t have to be so lonely. Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty.”  We Are Okay, Nina LaCour

“I want to see the world and write stories about everything I see.” The Pearl Thief, Elizabeth Wein

“It was exactly like Sam had said, about how we had to see people because sometimes the world made us invisible. So we had to make each other visible. Words were like that too. Sometimes we didn’t see words.” The Inexplicable Logic of My Life, Benjamin Alire Sáenz

“[h]ope, like a desert aloe. Hope, stubborn and bitter to the taste. That hides water. That bears the drought. An ugly plant with the power to heal.” The Winged Histories, Sofia Samatar

“This is what happens, when things are not quite a fairy tale. You go into the woods to find your story. If you are brave, if you are fortunate, you walk out of them to find your life.” Roses and Rot, Kat Howard

“I am only myself, muscle and bone, stubborn and jealous and sometimes too mean, selfish and in love.” All Our Pretty Songs, Sarah McCarry

“Word magic. If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. How can something as fragile as a word build itself a whole world?” Chime, Franny Billingsley

“In the end it’s only ever been one step, and then the next.” Ancillary Mercy, Ann Leckie