S. Jae-Jones Quotes & Sayings

Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will. — S. Jae-Jones

Dangerous as a winter wind, which freezes the marrow from within, and not like a blade, which slashes the throat from without — S. Jae-Jones

She was the sun and he was the earth waking from a thaw. — S. Jae-Jones

I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again and
again and again. — S. Jae-Jones

Life," he said softly, "is more than flesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the flame. The longer I burn the candle..." He did not finish.
"A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick," I said."I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness. — S. Jae-Jones

His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful — S. Jae-Jones

Skills could be taught, but talent could not. — S. Jae-Jones

Her grandmother had told her to beware the wolves that prowled in the wood, but the little girl knew the little boy was not dangerous, even if he was the king of the goblins. Will you marry me, Elisabeth? the little boy asked, and the little girl did not wonder at how he knew her name. Oh, she replied, but I am too young to marry. Then I will wait, the little boy said. I will wait as long as you remember. And — S. Jae-Jones

I did not want to fight. I wanted to surrender, because surrender was the greater part of courage. — S. Jae-Jones

If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames. — S. Jae-Jones

My hopes and dreams, so tattered and tender, had been sheltered by secrecy for so long that I could not bear to bring them to light. — S. Jae-Jones

Have I not?" I gestured to the night sky. "I have beaten you and your godforsaken labyrinth." "Ah, but are we not, in some ways, all trapped in a labyrinth of our own making?" the Goblin King asked lightly. — S. Jae-Jones

An inarticulate scream of rage strangled me. I wanted
to destroy something, to spend my anger against the unfairness of every thing. I wanted nothing more than to grapple with the Goblin King, to tear him from limb to limb, a Maenad against Orpheus. I tightened my hands into fists. — S. Jae-Jones

Promises, eh? You make so many, but how many of them can you keep? — S. Jae-Jones

I hadn't expected the game to start off so poorly, so I hadn't yet gathered any ideas for penalties to dole out. So I asked another question. "Fine. What is your favorite color?"
"Green. What's yours?"
My glance fell on the salver beside me. "Red. Favorite smell?"
"Incense. Favorite animal?"
My eyes lingered on his. "Wolf. Favorite composer?"
"You. — S. Jae-Jones

So I tried my best to stifle hope. Because hope's twin was despair, and despair was infinitely worse. If hope hurt, then despair was the absence of hurt. It was the absence of feeling. It was the absence of caring. I wanted very much to care. — S. Jae-Jones

What will happen to you if I win?" I whispered.
A smile crossed his lips, but the corners were downturned, more sad than satisfied. "You know," he said. "You're the only one who's ever asked. — S. Jae-Jones

You are the monster I claim, mein Herr. — S. Jae-Jones

What would be enough? He had an answer he wanted to hear, but I withheld it. Games and more games. We would always be dancing with each other, the Goblin King and I. — S. Jae-Jones

It takes love, you see, to bring the world back to life. — S. Jae-Jones

What's the use of running, if we are on the wrong road. — S. Jae-Jones

To love is to be selfless. Let me be selfless. — S. Jae-Jones

It was a pleasure to open that door and turn the lock, hearing the solid thunk and clang as the mechanism slid into place. I had done this so many times to my own heart; it was a pleasure to do it to the world. — S. Jae-Jones

Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head. — S. Jae-Jones

Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below, and keeps the wheel of life turning. — S. Jae-Jones

To grow old was to have lived a full life. — S. Jae-Jones

I am not afraid of you," I said quietly.
"Oh?" The Goblin King lifted his head. "I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground," he said, mismatched eyes glinting. "I am wildness and madness made flesh. You're just a girl" - he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp - "and I am the wolf in the woods. — S. Jae-Jones

What did immortality do to one who was once mortal? It stretched him thin. — S. Jae-Jones

Humans were not meant for isolation. WE were not meant for loneliness. — S. Jae-Jones

Goblins do not feel the way mortals do," he went on. "You humans live and love so fiercely. We crave that. We need that. That fire sustains us. It sustains me. — S. Jae-Jones

What would you do, if you were a free man?"
"I would take my violin and play. I would walk the world and play, until someone called me by name and called me home. — S. Jae-Jones

A wanton women is ripened fruit,' Constanze intoned,'begging to be plucked by the Goblin King. — S. Jae-Jones

My weakness did not pass; it grew worse the longer I was awake. I thought about calling for Twig or Thistle, to have them bring me something to eat or drink, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted to cry. I had spent tears of rage, frustration, and sorrow since becoming the Goblin King's bride, but I hadn't allowed myself the indulgence of a good sob. The undignified, broken-hearted, mournful wail of ugly tears. The weight of that unreleased cry pressed down upon my lungs and my heart. I — S. Jae-Jones

Loveliness of the spirit is worth more than loveliness of the flesh. — S. Jae-Jones

What did you think the answer would be, Elisabeth? I toy with you because I can. Because it gives me great pleasure. Because I was bored. — S. Jae-Jones

After all, I was not a child of beauty; I was a child of the queer, the strange, and the wild. I — S. Jae-Jones

I would shape the world to fit the music in my soul. I — S. Jae-Jones

The wishes we make in the dark have consequences, and the Lord of Mischief will call their reckoning — S. Jae-Jones

I love you, Elisabeth." I hold him tighter to me, even as my heart unravels. "By God, I love you so. — S. Jae-Jones

There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort
of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free. — S. Jae-Jones

Was my sacrifice worth it? I felt hollow and bereft, yet the grief in my heart had palpable weight, bearing me down to the ground. I could not breathe. I carried the burden of my love for my family, and it threatened to suffocate me. — S. Jae-Jones

Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster. — S. Jae-Jones

You are a man with music in his soul. You are capricious, contrary, contradictory. You delight in childish games, and delight even more in winning. For a man of such intense piety, you are surprisingly petty. You are a gentleman, a virtuoso, a scholar, and a martyr, and of those masks, I like the martyr least of all. You are austere, you are pompous, you are pretentious, you are foolish. — S. Jae-Jones

Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth."
"Then your name, mein Herr."
He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. "No."
"Why?"
"So you will forget me," he said simply. "You cannot love a man with no name. — S. Jae-Jones

You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?"
Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.
"The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go."
"Yes." His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. "He lets her go. — S. Jae-Jones

Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell. — S. Jae-Jones

Wait? I had waited my entire life for this moment. Not for consummation, but for validation; I desired so hard I wanted to be found desirable in return. The Goblin King saw me - all of me - and now I wanted him to know me. I pushed away his restraining hand and leaped forward; I was a cat, a wolf, a huntress. I was out for blood and flesh. — S. Jae-Jones

You have something much more enduring than beauty," she said severely. "And what is that?" "Grace," she said simply. "Grace, and talent." I — S. Jae-Jones

For you, Elisabeth." He offered me the flute again. This time I took it. Despite the cold air, the instrument was warm, and felt almost like skin beneath my hands. It was only after the stranger disappeared that I realized he had called me by my given name. Elisabeth. How could he have possibly known? * — S. Jae-Jones

The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage. — S. Jae-Jones

You are the monster I choose — S. Jae-Jones

Someone takes me in his arms. "Hans?" I ask weakly. There is no reply. Only the sensation of long fingers running along the length of my neck, soft and gentle as spring rain. They rest against my collarbones. The caress is light, and somehow reminds me of the flute in my hand. Then I know no more. — S. Jae-Jones

The last night of the year," Constanze said. "Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride. — S. Jae-Jones

How long before the moonrise?" I asked.
"Not long," the Goblin King said. A grin spread across his face. "Not long enough for you to escape, at any rate."
"You have to give me a chance."
He crossed his arms. "No."
"A gentleman would honor the rules."
"Ah, but I am not a gentleman, Elisabeth. — S. Jae-Jones

What is eternal life but a prolonged death. — S. Jae-Jones

This was the immortality humans were meant to have: to be remembered by those who loved us long after our bodies hac crumblen into dust. — S. Jae-Jones

This was the Goblin King. The abductor of maidens, the punisher of misdeeds, the Lord of Mischief and the Underground. — S. Jae-Jones

Trapped and tormented by your own wishes. I knew intimately how that felt; I was often strangled by the tyranny of my desires. — S. Jae-Jones