Top 280 Alix E. Harrow Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “It turns out that once you begin, habit and memory keep your body moving in the right directions, like a wound-up clock ticking dutifully through the seconds.”

— Alix E. Harrow

52. “Hearts aren’t chessboards, and they don’t play by the rules.”

— Alix E. Harrow

53. “I felt like a woman reading a mystery novel with every fourth line missing. There’s really only one thing a person can do when they’re hip-deep in a mystery novel: keep reading.”

— Alix E. Harrow

54. “Books are Doors and I wanted out.”

— Alix E. Harrow

55. “Cats, I have found, seem to exist in more or less the same form in every world; it is my belief that they have been slipping in and out of doors for several thousand years. Anyone familiar with house cats will know this is a particular hobby of theirs.”

— Alix E. Harrow

56. “Time, sitting on your breastbone like a black-scaled dragon, minutes clicking like claws across the floor, hours gliding past on sulfurous wings.”

— Alix E. Harrow

57. “Maiden, Mother, and Crone, Guard the bed that I lie on, One to watch, One to pray, One to keep the shadows at bay.”

— Alix E. Harrow

58. “Let this ignoble origin story stand as an invaluable lesson to you that a person’s beginnings do not often herald their endings, for Adelaide Lee did not grow into another pale Larson woman. She became something else entirely, something so radiant and while and fierce that a single world could not contain her, and she was obliged to find others.”

— Alix E. Harrow

59. “Sometimes pain is too unavoidable, too necessary to feel.”

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60. “Samuel Zappia was my only nonfictional friend.”

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61. “My father – who is a true scholar and not just a young lady with an ink pen and a series of things she has to say – puts it much better: “If we address stories as archaeological sites, and dust through their layers with meticulous care, we find at some level there is always a doorway. A dividing point between here and there, us and them, mundane and magical. It is at the moments when the doors open, when things flow between the worlds, that stories happen.”

— Alix E. Harrow

62. “But he’d seen me and he’d wanted me, and he’d been raised to think wanting something was the same as deserving it.”

— Alix E. Harrow

63. “Despair, once established, can be quite difficult to uproot.”

— Alix E. Harrow

64. “That I have lived and killed and lived again in the name of a man who does not deserve it because I wanted so badly to be beloved. But only one person in all my lives has ever loved me, and he does not wear a crown.”

— Alix E. Harrow

65. “People were always guessing like that, categorizing me as one thing or another, but Mr. Locke assured me they were all equally incorrect. “A perfectly unique specimen,” he called me.”

— Alix E. Harrow

66. “Worlds were never meant to be prisons, locked and suffocating and safe. Worlds were supposed to be great rambling houses with all the windows thrown open and the wind and summer rain rushing through them, with magic passages in their closets and secret treasure chests in their attics.”

— Alix E. Harrow

67. “She’s the siren and the selkie. The virgin and the Valkyrie. Artemis and Athena.”

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68. “But when I saw that raggedy blue door standing so lonesome in the field, I wanted it to lead someplace else. Someplace other than Ninley, Kentucky, someplace new and unseen and so vast I would never come to the end of it.”

— Alix E. Harrow

69. “Every woman draws a circle around herself. Sometimes she has to be the only thing inside it.”

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70. “She knows that history digs a shallow grave, and that the past is always waiting to rise again.”

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71. “She taught us everything important comes in threes: little pigs, billy goats gruff, chances to guess unguessable names. Sisters.”

— Alix E. Harrow

72. “A girl is such an easy thing to break: weak and fragile, all alone, all yours. But they aren’t girls anymore, and they don’t belong to anyone. And they aren’t alone.”

— Alix E. Harrow

73. “She’s the little girl in the red cloak who doesn’t run from the wolf but walks arm in arm with him deeper into the woods.”

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74. “I wanted to run away and keep running until I was out of this sad, ugly fairy tale. There’s only one way to run away from your own story, and that’s to sneak into someone else’s.”

— Alix E. Harrow

75. “All stories matter. They are artifacts and palimpsests, riddles and histories. They are the red threads that we may follow out of the labyrinth.”

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76. “I am terrified and I am terrible. I am fearful and I am something to be feared. She meets Miss Araminta’s eyes, dark and knowing, sharp and soft, and thinks maybe every mother is both things at once.”

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77. “She’d been so taken by him, so seduced by the admiration in his eyes. But she should have known no man ever loved a woman’s strength – they only love the place where it runs out. They love a strong will finally broken, a straight spine bent.”

— Alix E. Harrow

78. “My grandfather built this house. He told me there would always be someone who needed to hide, and that there ought always be a Blackwell there to hide them.”

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79. “I wonder sometimes where the first witch came from. If perhaps Adam deserved Eve’s curse.” His smile twists. “If behind every witch is a woman wronged.”

— Alix E. Harrow

80. “Old women are supposed to be doting and addled, absent-minded grandmothers who spoil their sons and keep soup bubbling on the stove-top, but the Crone is none of those things. She’s the canny one, the knowing one, the too-wise witch who knows the words to every curse and the ingredients for every poison. She is Baba Yaga and Black Anna; she is the wicked fairy who hands out curses rather than christening-gifts.”

— Alix E. Harrow

81. “Agnes feels a heady heat through her, like summer wine. Men really ought to try offers of fealty rather than flowers.”

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82. “It’s an odd feeling, having one’s wildest suspicions proved true. It’s satisfying to find you aren’t insane, of course, but somewhat disheartening to realize you are indeed being hunted by a shadowy organization of apparently infinite reach.”

— Alix E. Harrow

83. “I remember her the way she used to be. I think she thought if she made herself small enough and quiet enough, she would be safe.” She was wrong.”

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84. “She doesn’t know why she did it. Maybe she’s tired of knowing better, of minding her place.”

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85. “Agnes isn’t surprised, not really. She knows powerful men only keep their promises when they have to, and they never have to. But she’s surprised how angry it makes her.”

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86. “Mothers are supposed to be weak, weepy creatures, women who give birth to their children and drift peacefully into death, but the Mother is none of those things. She’s the brave one, the ruthless one, the witch who traded the birthing-chamber of the battlefield, the kitchen for the knife. Boadicea and heartless Hera, the mother who became a monster.”

— Alix E. Harrow

87. “The Calamitous Coven.” “No.” “Eve’s Army.” “No! It ought to be about, I don’t know, sisterhood or union – ” “The Ladies Union of Giving the Bastards What’s Coming to Them.”

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88. “I felt the lure of that offer like a hook behind my heart. To be not-alone, to be loved, to have that warm presence always at my shoulder...”

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89. “Books can smell of cheap thrills or painstaking scholarship, of literary weight or unsolved mysteries.”

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90. “In my experience, the people you cared most about did not linger. They were always turning away, leaving you behind, never coming back.”

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91. “This is the mad Midas touch of true love, which transforms everything it touches to gold.”

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92. “I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”

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93. “It occurs to me that I’ve been mourning two people all these years – the mother I had, and the mother I wish I had – and that neither of them was the one who kept a roof over my head.”

— Alix E. Harrow

94. “Most people can’t tell the difference between truth telling and madness.”

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95. “Men really ought to try offers of fealty rather than flowers.”

— Alix E. Harrow

96. “Something about having a child bends you back to your beginnings, as if you have been drawing a circle all your life and now are compelled to close it.”

— Alix E. Harrow

97. “It’s a risk just to be a woman, in my experience. No matter how healthy or hardworking she is.”

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98. “She is a silhouette on the windowsill, an apparition in the alley, a woman there and gone again. She is a pocket full of witch-ways and a voice whispering the right words to the right woman, the clack of a cane against cobbles.”

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99. “She thinks of Jonah in the belly of the whale and the little red witch inside the wolf and wonders if either of them felt a little relieved to be eaten, to be taken away from the world and permitted to curl in the suffocating black, alone.”

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100. “Her eyes were wind-whipped and her smile at the night sky was sly, as if she and the stars were on familiar terms.”

— Alix E. Harrow