Anne Fortier Quotes

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in time.

Only weak men want women to be weak.

I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.

Think about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.

.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.

Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me.

...had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a fact of life, like pimples.

I absolutely believe the past had its share of warrior women who fought like men. Whether some of these were the actual Amazons from Greek myth is another matter.

...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

A novel is, hopefully, the starting point of a conversation, one in which the author engages readers and asks that they see things from a different point of view than they might otherwise.

In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer.

When the old men fight, the young people die.

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

You owe me nothing, but I want everything.

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

You can tease it's mane all you like, but you can't turn a house cat into a lion.

Courage has no age.

It is madness. But sometimes, madness is the only path forward.

Neeta showed us there can be as much virtue in the things we do not do as on those we do.

...or perhaps about acknowledging that life is a delicate balance of great forces, and that good would lose its potency if there was no evil left to fight in the world.

You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.

It was one of those moments that no scientist can ever reduce to numbers, try as she might.

Paris shook his head."Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

But are you not fond of me?" Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach."Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

Yes you may come." Paris held up a hand to delay Myrina's raptures. "But this time you will not be wearing my crown. You will be my slave, and believe me I shall enjoy ordering you around.

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.