4 Quotes by Jennifer Freitag

Odd, though Margaret, that people were willing to die for what they considered worth living for. How curious a creature man was! how full of light and darkness and paradox, the heart as of a devil and the power in his crafting hands of some sort of god.

Hope is a powerful thing; where it reigns men of even the lowest stature cannot be crushed, and where it has withered into dust whole ships of state run aground and break up on the rocks of corruption and consequence.

It is in my mind that heaven is fond of those who don’t belong.

What is wit? she thought. What is cunning, what is beauty, what are love’s pleas and hate’s rages? They all come to dust, and the devil is by far a better player than I.