Best 26 quotes of Simona Panova on MyQuotes

A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself. But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

Gray. The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray...

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

I can be anything – and nothing, and everything at the same time. It all depends on the role I am in.

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

Insane love. Loving insanity. Insanity and love...

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead. And buried.

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours. Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily, tripping again, and almost collapsed onto the cold moist ground.

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming... Dead silence. Literally dead.

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.