240 Quotes by Rachel Hartman

She couldn’t explain it except with the word: there. She was there. Present in herself. She wasn’t always, so it was worth remarking upon.

For a moment Tess imagined she didn’t exist. It was surprisingly soothing.

Can you not see that it's no longer a question of dragon versus human? The division now is between those who think this peace is worth preserving and those who would keep us at war until one side or the other is destroyed.

Get on with you, mooning about, wallowing in gooey sentiment. It doesn’t change anything.“It does, though,” said Tess, a blaze igniting in her heart, a blue flame. “Maybe the world isn’t really different, but I am different, and I am in the world.”Not just in it. She was it.

I gave you two choices as a test: there are never just two choices. That is a lie to keep you from thinking too deeply.

Here there was no monster greater than the ragged mountains.

What do you call someone who thinks deeply and can't stop talking about it?”“A priest?” said Tess, mystified. “A philosopher?

There are never just two choices. That is a lie to keep you from thinking too deeply.

From some angles, up is toward the earth and down toward the sky, and everything—people, horses, cathedrals, dreams—is suspended over the ceaseless void, barely hanging on.