Meagan Spooner Quotes & Sayings

I will call you Beauty, for that is what you are. — Meagan Spooner

I don't want to be kept safe! I don't want to have someone constantly trying to keep me from tripping on my own incompetence. I want to live in a world where I know the rules, where people are just people. Not one where they keep trying to eat me. That's the reason I left the city in the first place. I don't want to be kept, not by anyone. — Meagan Spooner

She remembered perching on the sill of her bedroom window with the pane opened a crack so she could let the winter in, and she remembered letting it sting her nose and wash over her until she was shivering and blue. — Meagan Spooner

She moves like beauty, she whispers to us of wind and forest - and she tells us stories, such stories that we wake in the night, dreaming dreams of a life long past. she reminds us of what we used to be.

She reminds us of what we could be. — Meagan Spooner

if you're reading this book, then you're also that child reading by flashlight and dreaming of other worlds. Don't be scared of her, that inner Beauty, or her dreams. Let her out. She's you, and she's me, and she's magic. There's — Meagan Spooner

She wept because she did not know what she wanted, and because she wanted everything. — Meagan Spooner

He grimaced back, and for a moment it was a little easier to pretend we both believed there's be an "eventually" to look forward to. — Meagan Spooner

All of it - for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have. — Meagan Spooner

We thought too much.
Because while hatred is a fire only man feels, he does not hate the beast that comes in the night. Mankind fears it, fights it, drives it off, but he does not hate it. No one hates the bear, he wolf. They don't hate the wind or the snow. They don't hate the death.
They hate each other. — Meagan Spooner

I would have kept you safe,' he said.
I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers.
'I know. — Meagan Spooner

Fire cannot hurt us. And yet, when we light her a lantern, there is a moment as we watch the wick flare in the darkness-a moment in which I want to touch the flame. Just to see if I can still be burned. — Meagan Spooner

Fairy tales are about lessons. Those who are virtuous and true are rewarded, while those who are wicked and greedy are punished. — Meagan Spooner

We're inches apart yet worlds away. — Meagan Spooner

None of this was what held Yeva's gaze. Because in the bottom of the valley, straddling the river nestled in the foothills, was a castle. — Meagan Spooner

Her thoughts came to life in the stillness of the wood, nurtured by the air and the scent and the vividness of it. — Meagan Spooner

BEAST She calls you Beast, for that is what you are. And Beauty. The surprise is not the compliment, not the truth, that she is beautiful. The surprise is not that we wish to help her. The surprise is not even the electric warmth that rises at the sound of her voice, even when she is shouting. The surprise is how much I long to hear her call me, just once more, Ivan. — Meagan Spooner

We curse everything, for we are cursed, and we have no arms to shelter her and no lips to press to her hair and above all no words to tell her that we know loss and we know pain and if they were monsters we could fight we would have slain them in her name long ago like the heroes of old. But we are not a hero. We are cursed. — Meagan Spooner

I've heard this sound before, she realized, her entire body tingling. She'd caught glimpses of it, like a distant haunting refrain, in her deepest moments of silence in the wood. When the long days stretched timelessly on, and her mind emptied of thoughts until there was only her footsteps in the snow, only the feel of the bow in her hand, the bite of cold on her cheeks. When everything else faded away, this sound was what was left. — Meagan Spooner

Writer's block' is just a fancy way of saying 'I don't feel like doing any work today. — Meagan Spooner

There were maybe thirty or forty of them - nothing to how many were in the ruined library - but these had been cared for, protected and preserved against the years. And though they showed wear, cracked spines and corners rubbed such that the dye had faded, it was the kind of wear from use, the wear her own family's books had shown before they sold them. These books were read, many times. These books were loved. The — Meagan Spooner

It has been so long since we have heard a voice that was not screaming. — Meagan Spooner

She's going to rescue him." Lena stared from Asenka to Yeva, spluttering. "R-rescue? Yeva! You're no knight from an old story, and he's certainly no maiden in distress." "No, — Meagan Spooner

There never was any hope," Caesar muttered.
"There was, before you destroyed it. — Meagan Spooner

Speaking of wishes, who wished for a man who would love her for her skill? — Meagan Spooner

But I'm struggling to convince myself that logic had anything to do with it. — Meagan Spooner

To the girl
who reads by flashlight
who sees dragons in the clouds
who feels most alive in worlds that never were
who knows magic is real
who dreams

This is for you — Meagan Spooner

You disapprove," she commented. "Because I'm a girl?" "No." The voice paused. "Females are often the best hunters. They must provide for the young and survive when the males are too busy posturing to do so. But this is not the way with humans." "Humans? — Meagan Spooner

We always know before the change comes. When a storm approaches, we feel it in the thickness of the air, the tension in the earth awaiting the blanket of snow. We feel the moment the wind changes direction. We sense a shift of power when it is coming. Tonight — Meagan Spooner