597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

The snow-white angel alone remains, hovering over Tara Burgess’s fresh grave, holding a single black rose in one hand. She does not move, does not even bat an eyelash. Her powdered face stays frozen in sorrow. The increasing rain pulls stray feathers from her wings and pins them to the mud below.

As he watches her in the flickering light, it strikes Bailey suddenly that she is a fair deal older than she appears, and that the same is likely true of Marco. It is like realizing someone in a photograph is no longer the same age as they were when it was taken, and they seem farther away because of it.

He waits though once he never waited, would never dream to wait or wait to dream.

There is no fixing. There is only moving forward in the brokenness.

We are fish in a bowl, dear,” Tsukiko tells her, cigarette holder dangling precariously from her lips. “Very carefully monitored fish. Watched from all angles. If one of us floats to the top, it was not accidental. And if it was an accident, I worry that the watchers are not as careful as they should be.

You want a place to be like it was in the book but it’s not a place in a book it’s just words.

Besides,” Friedrick continues, “you must be asked such things constantly. I find I am more interested in learning about the woman than the magician. I hope that is acceptable.” “It’s perfect,” Celia says.

Perhaps the book will act like some sort of beacon and draw whatever or whoever it is he’s looking for to him. He believes in books, he thinks as he leaves the room. That much he knows for sure.

Because everything requires energy, we must put effort and energy into anything we wish to change.