We are alike, Joscelin and I, in that what we do, we do very well.
Jacqueline CareyTags: kushiel-s-chosen
To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
Jacqueline CareyTags: love joscelin-verreuil imriel-de-la-courcel
By morning, Joscelin was resigned. "You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve," he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins.
"You never said that to Phedre," I reminded him.
"Ah, well." He grinned despite himself. "In her case, there is no question.
Tags: imriel-no-montreve joscelin-verreuil kushiel-s-justice
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?”
“Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.
Tags: love imriel-no-montreve joscelin-verreuil imriel-de-la-courcel
I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.
Jacqueline CareyTags: letting-go ch-20
...not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always.
Jacqueline CareyTags: history stories storytelling
Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.
Jacqueline CareyThere are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.
Jacqueline CareyThere is as much deception in noise as there is in silence
Jacqueline CareyPain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
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