A.Z. Black Quotes

I do not need the strength of your arm to make a knight of you, Gavin. All I need is your heart, and that you have given, ' the Prince said.

Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?...He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage...

Who wanted to live to a hundred and one? Who wanted to go on living at all at times?

Only when we are truly lost are we free to choose our own path.

If your story is not inspiring you, it’s time to change it.

If the first job one has in a given profession acts as a tuning fork for the career that follows, Frederick Thomas was attuned from the start to a pitch of the highest quality.

The black wolf’s curse awakes every time that a full moon points in the middle of the sky.

Creativity is, in many respects, a response.

Be one of those rare people who just don't know how to quit.

You never see the Future coming, You only Realize you are in the Future

The paths people choose in life can lead to the creation or destruction of people, places, things, and relationships. The future is uncertain, but what is certain is there will be change.

Let go of your past, and look to Mine, where I died for you. Yield to Me, and I will make you a true Knight of the Prince.

InsomniaI wonderIf those talks matterFew done in the clarity of dayOr the manyDone at 3 a.m. in the morning

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

Little mouse, " a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

Be careful, " Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

You said you were allowed to lose it, ' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

please, Tana, please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

There's no point in arguing with an idiot - save for exposing their stupidity in their own words.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.

Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.

Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression.

Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock.

Maybe all you need to pull you back form the ledge is to know someone would miss you if you fell.

Depression is an illness, and no fault of the person who suffers from it

Life must be terrible for working people, considering they spend every Friday night celebrating a two day break from it.

Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?

I can feel everything. And I want to keep feeling everything. Even the painful, awful, terrible things. Because feeling things is what lets us know that we're alive.

I've been thinking a lot aboit the energy of the universe. And if energy can't ever be created or destroyed, only transferred, what do you think happens to people's energy once they die?

There's no saving him from his deep hole. There's no saving me from my black slug.

It was a little thing, but on top of the other little things, it broke something in me.

I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out.

He knows what he'll find if he digs deeper. there's no rush to unpack my insides. he understands there is nothing special about emptiness, nothing interesting about depression.

I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

You can’t move on, if you haven’t forgiven yourself, yet.

We are not defined by what knocks us down - we are defined by how we get back up

You ask me if I can forgive myself? I can forgive myself for many things.

Funny how an absence can feel like a presence, like that space practically glows with her outline and make me notice how she's not here.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

I can't wait until they don't have me here anymore.

Sometimes I think my scars are beautiful, but then I remember not everyone shares the same love of art.

Freedom is the absence of influence.

There are some catastrophes that a poor writer's pen cannot describe and which he is obliged to leave to the imagination of his readers with a bald statement of the facts.