255 Quotes by Jacqueline Carey

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

That which yields is not always weak.

As gloriously, splendidly, intractably single-minded as he was, loving him was like grasping a knife, a clean white blaze of pain that kept me anchored to myself.

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

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

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 seems to me that the gods are cruel to women who eat fruit, but that is a thought I keep to myself.

After you, it's all cheap tequila.

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