💬 Quotes

"As the vine which has long twined its foliage about the oak, and been borne up by it in its splendor, can no longer drink in the breezes of heaven, nor afford shelter to the bee, once it is wrenched from its support."

"There is a murmur in the rose; there is a sorrow in the wind; a beautiful and mournful tone in the sky's deep azure, that tells us of a fading world."

"The mind of man must be continually occupied in brooding on the past, or heaping up cares for the future, or his frame will stagnate, his spirit languish, and his mind rust in sloth."

"None, but those who have experienced it, can imagine the mental prostration of him who has lived for months together on the solitary deck of a ship, gazing upon the vast and monotonous waste of waters."

"Qu'est-ce que le trône, sinon un cercueil doré où l'on s'assoit en attendant la mort ?"

"The past is never truly buried on this land; it rises with the damp, clinging to the soil like a bad memory."

"In a family this old, silence is not the absence of sound; it is a heavy, calculated currency."

"We are all just custodians of our own secrets, waiting for the right moment to pass them on as inheritance."

"Truth in this house is like the shifting fog—you think you have a firm grasp on it, and then it vanishes, leaving you cold."

"Blood may be thicker than water, but it is also far more difficult to wash away once it has been spilled."

"To know the roots of this tree, one must be prepared to dig through a great deal of rot."

"I was a butterfly in a jar, and he was the one who screwed the lid on tight."

"He didn't just want my body; he wanted the parts of me that I kept hidden even from myself."

"Pain is just a reminder that you're still alive, that you're still fighting."

"We are two broken pieces of glass, sharp enough to cut each other to ribbons, yet somehow fitting perfectly together."

"You think I'm the monster, but you're the one who learned to thrive in the dark with me."

"There is no freedom in surrender, only a different kind of imprisonment."

"It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window."

"Dead men are heavier than broken hearts."

"I’m a private detective. I don’t mind being shot at for twenty-five dollars a day plus expenses, but I don’t like to be treated like a stooge."