174 Quotes by Frances Hardinge

Like medicine, truth could be used as a poison by someone cunning enough.

Even when she slept, her anxieties did not.

She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.

Looking at the rich and powerful was dangerous, like peering into the sun.

[Bear] was curious and patient, but his fear could whip-crack into rage in an instant.

You were a mistake, girl,' she said simply, 'but a mistake honestly meant.

Stories were ruthless creatures and sometimes fattened themselves on bloody happenings.

I don’t want a happy ending. I want more story.

But then again, the dead are often easier to praise than the living.