Frances Hardinge Quotes
Top 88 wise famous quotes and sayings by Frances Hardinge
Frances Hardinge Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Making a wish is like saying, 'I can't deal with anything, I give up, somebody bigger come along and solve it all instead.
For a tiny instant Faith wondered whether it would benefit the doctor's investigation if he experienced a cliff fall first-hand.
I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated ...
you only had to provide part of a lie. You could rely on other people's imaginations to fill the gaps. She
You're a peach full of poison, you know that? Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.
Grab their lines! Stop that coffeehouse!" someone was shouting. "There are fugitives and cell-breakers aboard!
Night smelt the way Havoc's songs sounded. It smelt of steel and rushlights and the marsh welcoming a misstep and anger souring like old blood.
Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.
Mosca had never tasted power before. It was a little like the feeling the gin had given her, but without the bitterness and the numbness in her nose.
I left you clean. Purged of all your ghosts. I am the one who has been haunted all my life. Haunted by you.
Zeal was like gas, most dangerous when you could not see it. The wrong spark could light it at any time.
What would have happened if Caverna had been torn by a civil war, the two opposed leaders housed in a single body?
She could feel her mind pulling loose like knitting, the neat stitches of her artificial days unravelling to become one mangled thread.
That last extraordinary Face had sent a throb through her very soul, like a breeze shivering the string of a harp, and she could not account for it.
She could find no purchase on the older woman's marble-smooth countenance. There were no cracks to give her a view into her soul.
Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.
Nobody was to be trusted. The plan that had ensnared her had been the brainchild of her protector, Maxim Childersin.
Faith had always told herself that she was not like other ladies. But neither, it seemed, were other ladies.
She had needed kindness before, and had received none. Now it was too late, and she did not know what to do with it.
He was bellowing a great many words that were new to Mosca and sounded quite interesting. She memorized them for future use.
People were animals, and animals were nothing but teeth. You bit first, and you bit often. That was the only way to survive.
I suppose not everybody can bear to give up everything they have ever known, however bad their life is.
You need me," Pen explained. "I'm your lookout. If I see the coppers coming, I'll make a sound like an owl.
It has made me what I am. When every door is closed, one learns to climb through windows. Human nature, I suppose.
Which of your victims are you being interviewed about today, anyway?
Jonathan, don't call my subjects victims.
Jonathan, don't call my subjects victims.
She had big, vague eyes and a big, vague smile, and was always very busy in the way that a moth crashing about in a lampshade is busy.
I did not see your mother at the funeral,' she said, following the thought. 'She stopped coming to them after her own,' Paul answered simply.
I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.
I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.
There was too much to feel strongly about, she was stretched too thin, so she could not quite feel anything about anything.
If you want someone to tell you what to think ... "
"You will never be short of people willing to do so.
"You will never be short of people willing to do so.
Over this year, familiarity had done its usual work, picking off the gilded paint one scratch at a time.
I got all my limbs," Mosca answered quickly. "I been knocked and scraped and chased about but my heart's still beating inside my hide.
Wishes are thorns, he told himself sharply. They do us no good, just stick into our skin and hurt us.
She dreamed of a world where books did not rot or give way to green blot, where words and ideas were not things you were despised for treasuring.
There was an invisible necklace of nows, stretching out in front of her along the crazy, twisting road, each bead a golden second.
She's one of my best friends, thought Neverfell, and most of the time I don't know what is going on in her head at all.
I can't think straight. But why am I trying to do that anyway? Everybody else thinks straight. That's why nobody expects me to think zigzag-hop.
How does it feel, whispered Faith, to come back to your memories and find yourself missing and a dead person in your place?