597 Quotes by Erin Morgenstern

It doesn’t whisper verses or stories around his tongue and into his head, thankfully, but it tastes older than stories. It tastes like myth.

How is it better?” Celia asks. “How is anything better than anything else here? How is one tent comparable to another? How can any of this possibly be judged?” “That is not your concern.” “How can I excel at a game when you refuse to tell me the rules?

Go away,” his sister says. “I’m going to the circus, if you would care to join me,” Bailey says, his voice dull. He already knows what her answer will be. “No,” she says, as predictable as the dinnertime silence. “How childish,” she adds, shooting him a disdainful glare. Bailey leaves without another word, letting the wind slam the front door behind him. The.

He finds himself wishing the proper people to talk to would light up or have hovering indicator arrows over their heads or dialogue options to choose from.

Everyone wants to be part of a story. Everyone is a part of a story. What they want, is to be part of something worth recording.

I love you but I will not sit here and wait for the story to change – I’m going to make it change.

She is young enough to carry fear with her without letting it into her heart. Without being scared.

Al encender velas con otras que ya estan encendidas y agregandolas a las ramas. Nuevos deseos encendidos por viejos deseos.

It’s lovely, the way wishes are added to it, by lighting candles with ones that are already lit and adding them to the branches. New wishes ignited by old wishes.