Quotes from Child of the Prophecy

“Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

“My daughter," I said blankly. "I see. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought
it took a man, as well as a woman, to make a child. Is this infant's father to
be a crab, or a seagull maybe? Or were you planning to shipwreck some likely
sailor on my doorstep, so I can make convenient use of him?”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

“Later I stirred again, knowing the night was passing, but unwilling to wake fully lest this fair vision be lost forever. There was an arm across me, holding the cloak around me; and the same old blanket covered the two of us. Darragh lay behind me, his body curled neatly against my own, his living warmth a part of me, his slow peaceful breathing steady against my hair. I kept quite still. I did not allow myself to return to full consciousness. I thought, if it all ended right now, I wouldn’t mind a bit. Let it end now, so I need never wake. And I slipped back into sleep.”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

“Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

“Man sets his hand to games of power and influence, he quests for far horizons and wealth beyond imagining. He thinks to own what cannot be possessed. He hews the ancient trees to broaden his grazing lands; he mines the deep caves and topples the standing stones. He embraces a new faith with fervor and, perhaps, with sincerity. But he grows ever further from the old things. He can no longer hear the heartbeat of the earth, his mother. He cannot smell the change in the air; he cannot see what lies beyond the veil of shadows. Even his new god is formed in his own image, for do they not call him the son of man? By his own choice he is cut adrift from the ancient cycles of sun and moon, the ordered passing of the seasons. And without him, the Fair Folk dwindle and are nothing. They retreat and hide themselves, and are reduced to the clurichaun with his little ale jug; the brownie who steals the cow's milk at Samhain; the half-heard wailing of the banshee. They become no more than a memory in the mind of a frail old man; a tale told by a crazy old woman.”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

“O que existe entre nós está para além do amor, Fainne. Ele é meu marido, meu amante e amigo, aquele a quem eu posso confiar os meus maiores segredos. Espero que um dia também tu tenhas a alegria de encontrar um parceiro assim, pois nada é mais importante.”
― Juliet Marillier, quote from Child of the Prophecy

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“The desire for liberation arises in human beings at the end of many births, through the ripening of their past virtuous conduct.”
― quote from The Upanishads: Translations from the Sanskrit

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― Charles Baxter, quote from The Feast of Love

“When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me.

He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn't want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me.

It would have been better if he had hated me, or if he had abused me, or if he had packed his new suitcases and left.

As it was he continued to put his arm round me and talk about being a new wall to replace the rotten fence that divided our garden from his vegetable patch. I knew he would never leave our house. He had worked for it.

Day by day I felt myself disappearing. For my husband I was no longer a reality, I was one of the things around him. I was the fence which needed to be replaced. I watched myself in the mirror and saw that I was mo longer vivid and exciting. I was worn and gray like an old sweater you can't throw out but won't put on.

He admitted he was in love with her, but he said he loved me.

Translated, that means, I want everything. Translated, that means, I don't want to hurt you yet. Translated, that means, I don't know what to do, give me time.

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I loved him and I was in love with him. I didn't use language to make a war-zone of my heart.

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He didn't answer, he plucked at the blanket.

I considered my choices.

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I could leave and be unhappy and dignified.

I could Beg him to touch me again.

I could live in hope and die of bitterness.

I took some things and left. It wasn't easy, it was my home too.

I hear he's replaced the back fence.”
― Jeanette Winterson, quote from Sexing the Cherry

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― C.S. Lewis, quote from A Grief Observed

“Many fathers are gone. Some leave, some are left. Some return, unknown and hungry. Only the dog remembers.”
― Nick Flynn, quote from Another Bullshit Night in Suck City

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