Best 19 quotes of Storm Constantine on MyQuotes

Being a child is such a shining gift, yet we don't know how precious it is until it's worn out and gone away.

If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.

I have been writing now for over a week. I find it cleansing, refreshing; it is good for me.” (p.531)

I'm inspired by dreams and shadows, obsession and desire. By nature, I'm a dream collector and never stop working. I question people about their weirdest dreams and the strangest, most inexplicable experiences they've had. All this information whirls around in my mind, and new dreams emerge that form the seeds of stories and novels.

No one, not even lovers, are truly psychic, and everyone flounders around each other, misunderstanding, misinterpreting, sending out confusing signals.

The Gelaming regarded themselves as a force for good, and in many ways they were, but they were also inexorable and their compassion could often feel like oppression.

Are you saying that he deserves to die?' I asked, chilled. 'We all deserve to die,' he answered.

Every movement, every glance, every low-pitched word is a work of art. Yes, they are performers, too, like me.

He felt that once the dark of the forest closed over them, they would never see clear sunlight again. Yet it was the kind of fear that excited him, made him want to dare its shadows.

He had the compassion of a vivisectionist.

I felt as if something hung there in the back of my mind, waiting to tarnish whatever happiness I might find. Is it safer to be unhappy? Nothing ever wants to take that away.

I found it hateful, yet I wanted to be part of it.

...love's shadow is jealousy.

Part of him was beautiful, a creative, sensitive soul. But there was another part, a part perhaps hinted at, which I had not yet truly seen.

...she noticed that the moon, so clear in the sky, had lost her first slice; the dark was on its way.

The bloody times, the horror, will just be history to them, words on a page, so how will they dare to judge? Very easily, I should imagine.

The most beautiful hara do not have to be cruel or mean or jealous. It is in them to be courteous and kind. Why be otherwise when the world has been so kind to them?

There is a point when facing the unknown stops being a longed-for adventure and becomes a terrifying reality.

Why am I attracted to magic? Write down your responses. You might find you write a poem, or even something that later you will be able to use in a ritual. No-one else will read it, so you can be as honest as you like. Date the page. It is the beginning of a mgical diary.