459 Quotes by Ransom Riggs

You tread a precariously thin line between being charmingly headstrong and insufferably pigheaded.

Ardet nec consumitur,” Melina said. “Burned but not destroyed.

I wondered what this odd, well-spoken man was doing on Cairnholm, with his pleated slacks and half-baked poems, looking more like a bank manager than someone who lived on a windswept island with one phone and no paved roads.

There were too many things to be terrified of, a hundred horror scenarios all vying for attention in my brain.

We ran hunched along a subterranean corridor, discarded animal bones underfoot, the ceiling brushing our heads, past things I tried not to see – a slumped figure in a corner, sleepers shivering on miserable mats of straw, a boy in rags lying on the ground with a beggar’s pail bangled around one arm.

I wanted to tell her then that I loved her. I thought that might help, by grounding us in something we were sure about rather than everything we weren’t.

Besides, horses were very large, with rippling muscles and big, grinding teeth, and they looked at me as if they knew I was afraid and were hoping for an opportunity to kick my head in.

If I’d kept my heart better armored, where would I be now?

It had become one of the defining truths of my life that, no matter how I tried to keep them flattened, two-dimensional, jailed in paper and ink, there would always be stories that refused to stay bound inside books. It was never just a story. I would know: a story had swallowed my whole life.