Top 350 Alix E. Harrow Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Someone along the line misled you as to your worth, Ms. Eastwood. I should quite like to give him a piece of my mind.”

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202. “Mourning is a self-absorbed business;.”

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203. “Her hands are fisted in the collar of his shirt and she is so vital, so furiously alive that Arthur understands for the first time why Hades stole Persephone, why a man who has spent his life in winter might do anything at all for a taste of spring.”

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204. “Apparently the maps you make in childhood never fade, but are merely folded away until you need them again.”

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205. “Even my own writings – so damnably powerless – may have just enough power to reach the right person and to tell the right truth, and change the nature of things.”

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206. “But she also knows there are times when every choice is a losing one, when you just have to go in swinging and hope you make it out alive.”

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207. “He doesn’t move or speak, but he doesn’t need to. I know his desires by the pace of his breath and the tilt of his shoulders, by the shape of his jaw and the heat of his gaze. I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.”

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208. “The trick to being nothing is to want nothing.”

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209. “It’ll be alright. Even as a child, Juniper knew it was a lie. But it was the kind of lie that became true in the telling, because at least there was someone in the world who loved her enough to lie.”

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210. “Nothing grows on a grave while you’re standing on it.”

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211. “Sometimes you can’t fight. Sometimes you can only survive.”

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212. “I persist in having all manner of opinions and observations.”

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213. “Of course this is the choice. It’s always this choice in the end – sacrifice someone else, trade one heart for another, buy your survival at the price of someone else’s. Save yourself but leave your sister behind.”

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214. “You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three: she the girl, you the Devil, and I the Saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.”

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215. “I have loved you since before I was born, I think. I have studied you, worshipped you, lost you, mourned you.”

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216. “I could describe the way the smells of brine and sun have permeated every stone of every street, or the way the tide callers stand at their watchtowers and cry out the hour for their Cities. I could tell you of the many-shaped ships that crisscross the seas with careful writing stitched on their sails praying for good fortune and fair winds. I could tell you of the squid-ink tattoos that adorn the hands of every husband and wife, and of the lesser word-workers who prick words into flesh.”

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217. “The trick to doing something stupid is to do it very quickly, before anyone can shout ’wait!”

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218. “Bella resettles her spectacles. “But the spell to call back the Lost Way of Avalon. It required a maiden, a mother, and a crone, did it not?” The Crone shrugs. “Every woman is usually at least one of those. Sometimes all three and a few others besides.”

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219. “I would do worse things to find my way back to her.”

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220. “Survival is a hard habit to break.”

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221. “Morning! I brought you something.” I open my coat and the hellcat explodes out of it like one of those aliens that pops out of people’s chests.”

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222. “Standing beside her grandmother’s deathbed, woolen dress still smelling of black logwood dye, Ade had felt the way a sapling might as it watched one of the old forest giants come crashing magnificently to rest: awed, and perhaps a little frightened. But when Mama Larson’s final breath rattled from her ribs, Ade discovered the same thing the young sapling would have: in the absence of the old tree, there was a hole in the canopy above her.”

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223. “Fate is a story people tell themselves so they can believe everything happens for a reason, that the whole awful world is fitted together like some perfect machine, with blood for oil and bones for brass. That every child locked in her cellar or girl chained to her loom is in her right and proper place.”

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224. “Juniper could have told her more: how she dug and filled the hole herself to save the cost of a gravedigger and how dirt rang hollow on the coffin lid; how every shovelful took some of herself along with it, until she was nothing but bones and hate.”

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225. “I could have killed you,” you said, and he had answered, obscurely, “You never do.”

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226. “Home is just where you get stuck.”

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227. “Agnes presses her lips to her daughter’s fiery hair and feels her life cleaving, splitting cleanly into two pieces: the time before, and the time after.”

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228. “She was young and graceful and had the sort of face that launches ships and eats hearts.”

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229. “When you travel with money, you follow a smooth, well-worn path through the world.”

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230. “It makes me think of an apple seed spit carelessly by the side of the road, sprouting despite the bad soil; and the fumes, clinging hard to the only patch of earth it was ever given.”

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231. “The house seems to appreciate all the attention. The exterior is still stained and gloomy, but the vines are greening faintly, supple and alive, and there are fresh bird’s nests in the eaves. The floor still provides an entire symphony of groans and creaks, but I swear it’s no longer in a minor key.”

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232. “Girls who go looking for trouble usually find it.”

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233. “Every thinking woman has once wanted what she shouldn’t, what she can’t have.”

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234. “I believed it. Not in the half-pretending way that children believe in Santa Claus or fairies, but in the marrow-deep way you believe in gravity or rain.”

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235. “Because asking is dangerous, I could tell her. Because to ask is to hope that someone answers, and it hurts so bad when nobody does. I stiffen my spine instead.”

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236. “I know that part of the story must be made up, because there’s no such thing as curses or cracks in the world, but maybe that’s all a good ghost story is: a way of handing out consequences to the people who never got them in real life.”

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237. “What is magic anyway? If not a way when there is none.”

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238. “I’m a good traveler, ask Mr. Locke! I don’t interrupt, or touch things I oughtn’t, or speak to anyone, or wander off – ” Father’s brow crinkled into that puzzled V again. “Then why should you want to travel in the first place?” He shook his head.”

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239. “Starling House makes me think of an underfed pet or a broken doll, a thing unloved by the person who promised to love it best.”

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240. “She came to us as any apocalypse does: slowly at first, and then all at once.”

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241. “Perhaps I cannot believe words are entirely powerless, even here.”

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242. “In the stories, it’s generally best to do whatever the hell the talking animal tells you.”

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243. “Maybe,” he said slowly, “maybe I did not make myself clear before, when I said I was on your side. I meant also that I would like to be at your side, to go with you into every door and danger, to run with you into your tangled-up future. For” – and a distant part of me was gratified to note that his voice had gone wobbly and strained – “for always. If you like.”

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244. “I love him, and love wipes every ledger clean.”

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245. “Gwynne’s voice cut through yours, his brow still resting heavily on your forehead. “I would rather love a coward than mourn a legend.”

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246. “Yet he’s still scared. What is he afraid of?” “Same thing every powerful man is afraid of.” The Crone shrugs. “The day the truth comes out.” “The day he gets what’s coming,” says the Maiden. The Mother meets Agnes’s eyes and Juniper sees something pass between them, the gleam of a tossed blade. “Us.”

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247. “Is this a fire-starting spell?” “It seems so, yes.” “Can I try it?” “Can you start a magical fire in a tower full of paper and leather?” Juniper considers. “What if it were a very small fire?”

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248. “I’d spent enough time around rich and powerful men to know their affection for phrases like maintaining exclusivity and manufacturing demand through rarity.”

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249. “His eyes are empty as promises.”

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250. “If you like something, like it hard, because you don’t have a lot of time to waste.”

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