Best 37 quotes of Alethea Kontis on MyQuotes

All of us heal in time. The strongest are born again. We only keep the scars we choose to keep.

Everything in the world was about creativity: belief and creation. Storytelling was the essence of both.

Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

For some heroes, nothing is impossible

Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.

If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?

If you want anything to work, Sunday, you're going to have to believe it

I have lived a life full of love and pain, of Joy and Sorrow, and I live on still. i have many, many years ahead of me, each day with the potential to be filled to the brim with trials to face and challenges to overcome.

I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.

Kindred’s tale is a romantic, mature, and lyrical collage of heaven, hell, and a magical royal legend. The combination is divinely—and demonically—inspired.

Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.

May we all be doomed to a happy life.

Normal is all relative.

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

Quit dwelling on other people's stories and make up some of your own.

She needed him to keep her sane, to make her laugh, to feel complete

Sometimes 'Hmm' is the wisest thing to say.

The curse of an interesting life: there are either very good times or very bad times.

There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Velius--so who is she? no wait, let me guess. skin of the finest porcelain. hair of the softest silk. a voice like birdsong, a smile like sunshine, and a mouth that would sate your brightest and darkest wishes Rumbold-- You've m-met her? Velius--oh yes, my friend. we all know her. we've all pursued her. some of us have even been lucky enough to have her. we've been drunk on her sin, become fools of her favor. she might have borne a different face each time, but her name was always the same. Trouble

We are all fools blessed with the knowledge that certain events will come to pass no matter what path we take to get there. The wise ones follow their angels while they may.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

Any other brushes with insanity you haven't thought to mention?

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?

He was furious with himself for having lived these last days on a wish. On a lie. A kiss does not make the future. Love alone does not make a life.

If he didn't like the writing, then he didn't like her, and everything she had done in her whole life would be for nothing.

If the bird was made, it chose to be made. It's here because it chooses to be with you.

It can't be 'true' love without the truth

It was a melancholy day indeed when the sister of solitude was Sunday's silver lining.

When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us all to fell her pain Her smiles they bring the sunshine And the laughter and the wind And the birds they go on singing And the world is whole again. "Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. "The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.

People were supposed to cry at weddings; they just weren't supposed to cry because they suspected that the bride was going to die.

Perhaps her giant bright-eyed sister had finally come to put her out of her misery just when things had gotten interesting.

The charming king of Arilland had fallen in love at first sight. There was no question he would soon take this beautiful stranger as his bride.Fate had brought them together. Destiny. It was intoxicating.

There are many things wrong with you. A hangover just isn't one of them.

They know their crime," she said. "They know their shame.

We're needed to save an innocent barrel of wine from a lecherous duke's son.