240 Quotes by Rachel Hartman

It looked like our gods, to me – not literally, no the way they are depicted in statues, but the vibrant space between them, where Necessity is Chance and Chance flows into Necessity. The world is as it must be, and as it happens to be, and those are the same thing, connected and right, and you understand and love all of it, because you are all of it and all of it is you.

There is no pain – free path, sweet girl. Choosing is what makes like bearable.

O faithless ignoramus, denier of Heaven Sitting smugly upon a disbelieving bottom O blatant person who disregards the scriptures Standing confidently in a puddle of sin There shall be smiting with lightning And blood-soaked retribution And heads kicked about like footballs And much worse upon your wretched person When Golden Abaster returns with judgment for you And salvation in the form of flowers for the rest of us Rodya.

Nothing was just one thing; there were worlds within worlds. Those of us who trod the line between were blessed and burdened with both.

That’s why this is important: because it’s impossible.

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.