Rosamund Hodge Quotes

Study the sky but never love it,” Father had told Astraia and me a thousand times. “It is our prison and the symbol of our captor.

The same wolfish greed beats in your heart: to have what you will, and kill for it.

The problem with martyrs is that they’re all dead. What do they have to do with us that are simple enough to still be alive? Should we just give up and want to die because death is better than dishonor? But suicide is a sin too so we really are damned if we do and damned if we don't.

Almost immediately, I found the red door into the library. I opened it idly- and the breath stopped in my throat. It was the same room I remembered: the shelves, the lion-footed table, the white bass-relief of Clio. But now, tendrils of dark green ivy grew between the shelves, reaching toward the books as if they were hungry to read. White mist flowed along the floor, rippling and tumbling as if blown by wind. Across the ceiling wove a network of icy ropes like tree roots. They dripped- not little droplets like the ice melting off a tree but grape-sized drops of water, like giant tears, that splashed on the table, plopped to the floor.

I don’t hate you,” I said, and I almost believed it.

With every line he teaches her, the world grows a little wider. She had never known before how words could sing,how a turn of phrase could unlock a window in her mind.

I remember the hours I had spent in Father's library, drugging myself with books so I could forget my doom for an hour..

Knowing the truth is not always a kindness.