The String Diaries Quotes & Sayings

Yet she felt no horror at what she had witnessed, no nausea. their lives - and their deaths - had not mattered. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Five years ago I was in love with you so utterly I thought I might go mad from it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I'm impressed by your protectiveness over them, but I'm only asking for an introduction. Are they so fragile they need an old man as chaperon? Do they have no tongues? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Do I even want this burden any more? Probably not, I'm too old, too tired. And what, after all. have I achieved in all this time? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He had been running ever since. Initially, because he was ashamed by the memories of what he had done; later, out of necessity. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Live your life like this. Constantly searching faces in the crowd, wondering which of them you can trust , which of them you can't. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It's not as simple as that. There's no change I could make that would stop them recognizing who I am eventually. It's difficult to explain, but they'd know. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Yet surely no afterlife could be cruel enough to accept not just her soul but all her agony. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

A lot of mistakes, but all of them in the past. Some made with worthy intentions, some without. When you live a long time you get to collect a lot of mistakes. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The rush of emotion unbalanced him, his initial outrage eclipsed by an all-consuming grief. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

There's Moses (...) Better company that some humans I've known [Sebastien] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Her expression was distant and he was ashamed to find himself hunting for sings of pain in her features, some evidence of heartache. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Stop thinking. Son't hesitate. Act. The mantra has served her tolerably so far. Looking into the future would improvise her if she allowed it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

They were running for their lives, and when you ran for your life you had to do things, brutal things. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He grinned, the skin of his mouth streching far wider that it should have done, exposing teeth as far back as his molar. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The smell of her - so potent , so all-consuming - intoxicated him. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Even now, over a half-century later, the engraved words stirred emotions in him he would rather not confront. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She may be close. She may have crawled into the bushes. She may be dying there, wanting to find somewhere peaceful, somewhere away from the sharp metal and the stink of burning and the violence and the madness. Or she's died already, alone and frightened, and wondering where you were, why you broke your promise, why you allowed this to happen. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

There have been so many untruths, I don' blame you for being confused. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He's a good guy. Whether we can trust him or not is another matter. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Knowledge had always been the most important weapon in all of this. [Hannah Wilde] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) At that time I put down the paranoia. I should have trusted my instincts (...) [Hannah Wilde] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He felts as if a tumour had burst inside his skull, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Nicole: It's daunting, isn't it?
Charles: What?
Nicole: Trust.
He nodded slowly. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He fell to the floor a second time, accompanied by a rain of books. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

You want to run. I understand that. I do believe you almost found the courage just then, until cowardice unmanned you. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Yes, yes. I've heard the argument. If we all lived as long as you, we'd be in crisis. Population explosion. The stability of our society would fracture. Chaos. Anarchy. And perhaps there's a shred of truth in that. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Everything she had read in the diaries described a creature whose mind was so broken , so incapable of love in the way she understood those concepts, that any attempt to predict its behavior was an exercise in insanity. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She fought black tears. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) Try not to speak ill of people in the future. You never know when they might be listening (...) — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Those were the black ears; the lost years. He had allowed himself to become the victim of events, rather than their master. [Jakab] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(He) found that articulating those feelings made him feel morose. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The burden of that responsibility wicked the blood from hes stomach ans sent it crashing through her arteries, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He did not think he was capable of falling in love who was insane, or paranoid, or confused. So where did that leave him? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

On the other hand, who knows what I know or whether what I know is even true? [Patrick Beckett] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I've made my peace and I'm ready to face whatever comes next. You can send me on in the knowledge that we're closing in on you and that this may well be the last murderous act you commit. [Hannah Wilde] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He knew she had been telling the truth when she told him she seldom asked for help. It was clear in her every interaction with him - in her speech , even in the way she held herself- that she was used to standing alone. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Those final moments, while horrific in one sense, were intimate in another. Perhaps when you finally realized were beaten - that there really was no hope - something was triggered in the mind, allowing you to expunge, accept. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) and I can't summon any more grief. I'm empty. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

And suddenly, magically, as she started at the single enameled button, she felt as if a plug ad been pulled somewhere deep within her, and all of her emotions - her terror and her rage and her guilt and her hate - were spiraling, draining out of her like poison from an abscess. What remained was the clarity of a single thought. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Cotswold stone framed tiny sash windows gleaming with pale green paint. Wisteria vines twisted about the stone, bunches of purple flowers hanging thick and heavy with pollen. Above it all a tiled roof sagged with sage. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She stopped, and he knew she had caught herself, dismayed a what she had been about to reveal. [Nicole Dubois] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It felt as if his body poured into a memory of itself, a recognized groove. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

You're starting to have doubts, aren't you? twenty years of having this tale drip-fed to you is beginning to have its effects. You've polluted your mind with it and now you can't sort myth from reality. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

He smiled. Rather, he widened his mouth, exposing teeth. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Waves of insanity and corruption seemed to flow from him. She felt buffeted by their swells. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Sometimes when you live out here alone, you forget how to treat with people. [Sebastien] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) He loved his new ability to wonder freely, do what he wanted, go where he chose (...) So high on adrenaline was he that he did not notice the effect the alcohol was having upon him until he was quite drunk. By that time, an opium pipe seemed a good idea, so he tried that too. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

Their touch triggered an electric spasm of agony. He felt the gushing warmth of blood on his fingers. [Charles Meredith] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She smelled the smoke before she saw it - acrid in her nose, bitter in her throat. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

They spoke of age and decay. Of atrophy and ruin. Of the inevitability of loss and the futility of hope. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

You think you're prepared for what's coming. You're not. You think you understand the nature of your adversary. You don't. You think you'll prevail here today because you command greater manpower, greater firepower. You won't. I promise you this: the way you conduct yourself over the course of this day will have great bearing on how you complete it. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

She did not know how the figure was, but she knew it was damaged too badly to live. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

I'm sorry if you think I've played Judas. But I never agreed to play this game for these stakes, — Stephen Lloyd Jones

The pain would be awful , but at least she would be free. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

It's a difficult thing to offer leadership to a people who have lost control over their future. But offer it I must. And when I look around me and see the dignity displayed by our last generation, see their elegance and their grace, it fills me with pride even as it tears at my heart. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

For a moment she lost herself in the light, spinning in its brilliance. If the sun's heat could vaporize her as she turned, would she choose that? If she could command it to flare with energy and, in a single moment, incinerate her memories, strips away her pain, transform to ash every particle of her, every damaged fiber, biol away her tears and her grief and her guilt, would she open her arms and embrace it? — Stephen Lloyd Jones

(...) Stage fright, if you like. Easier to hide behind a persona than to bare one's soul. I'm really not the monster you think I am. I just wanted to talk to you unencumbered by all this complications, all this ... history. [Jakab] — Stephen Lloyd Jones

His hearts beat crazily in his chest, so laboured he thought it might burst. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

() Teeth clenched, she heard herself snarl out words in a voice feral in its savagery (...) — Stephen Lloyd Jones