Top 350 Alix E. Harrow Quotes (2026 Update)
Page 7 of 8

301. “They lived happily ever after, until they didn’t, because nothing does.”

— Alix E. Harrow

302. “In that moment he reminds me of Charm’s parents, or maybe my own: a person whose love is a burdensome thing, a weight dragging always at your ankles.”

— Alix E. Harrow

303. “Agnes wonders who taught her to hold a grudge, to feed and tend to it like a wild-caught wolf pup until it grew big and mean enough to swallow a man whole.”

— Alix E. Harrow

304. “I dream sometimes about a house I’ve never seen.”

— Alix E. Harrow

305. “It’s just the way people work. You tell them a story, and they require an ending.”

— Alix E. Harrow

306. “Now she wants so much more than merely to survive.”

— Alix E. Harrow

307. “Beauty is a kind of vital, ferocious burning at a soul’s center that ignites everything it touches.”

— Alix E. Harrow

308. “Once you’ve established a reputation for dishonesty, it becomes possible to lie simply by stating the flat truth.”

— Alix E. Harrow

309. “Of all the items in my collections, I’ve treasured you most of all.”

— Alix E. Harrow

310. “Writing a book is dangerous business, if done correctly.”

— Alix E. Harrow

311. “She begins to believe that the words and ways are whichever ones a woman has, and that a witch is merely a woman who needs more than she has.”

— Alix E. Harrow

312. “Maybe the universe doesn’t naturally bend toward justice either; maybe it’s only the weight of hands and hearts pulling it true, inch by stubborn inch.”

— Alix E. Harrow

313. “You woke panting and sweating, your body fighting battles you’d already won or hadn’t yet fought.”

— Alix E. Harrow

314. “Maybe because it never occurred to me that it could be enough just to live, as happily as you can, for as long as you have.”

— Alix E. Harrow

315. “I wind up in the library again. I often do, by the end of the day. It’s the smell, all dust and light, or maybe it’s the quiet I like. There are no echoes or creaks or sudden noises in this room; I have the sense that I could put two fingers in my mouth and whistle, and the room would muffle the sound before it left my lips.”

— Alix E. Harrow

316. “The newest one was a German immigrant named Miss Wilda, who wore heavy black woolen gowns and an expression that said she hadn’t seen much of the twentieth century yet but heartily disapproved of it thus far.”

— Alix E. Harrow

317. “Witching isn’t all gone, of course. My grandmother, Mama Mags, says they can’t ever kill magic because it beats like a great red heartbeat on the other side of everything, that if you close your eyes you can feel it thrumming beneath the soles of your feet, thumpthumpthump. It’s just a lot better-behaved than it used to be.”

— Alix E. Harrow

318. “Mags said magic invited a certain amount of mess. That’s why the honeysuckle grew three times as large around her house, and birds nested in her eaves nomatter the season.”

— Alix E. Harrow

319. “Because he can’t quite imagine loving anything more than he loves himself.”

— Alix E. Harrow

320. “I loved you by then, or would soon, or always had. It was inevitable, foretold: When I look up, I will see the sky; when I fight, I will win; when I meet Owen Mallory, I will love him.”

— Alix E. Harrow

321. “You led me into archives and private collections, libraries and museums, ancient ruins and family vaults. I excelled at the chase – I had a better-than-average memory and an eye for detail, and a mind that clicked obediently along like a series of bright brass gears. But it was like hunting in a hall of mirrors; I caught glimpses of bright armor or pale hair, but when I reached out, I touched nothing but glass.”

— Alix E. Harrow

322. “We are all what we have to be, to stay alive. Cowards. Traitors.” The eyes flash, lighting behind the clouds. “Even villains, sometimes. Surely you can’t hate her for it.”

— Alix E. Harrow

323. “She looks in that moment less like a woman and more like a harpy. Like an ending long overdue, like a reckoning in a white dress.”

— Alix E. Harrow

324. “I wonder if the feeling will fade. If the memory of a single season will be buried beneath the weight of ordinary years, until it is just a story, just another little lie. If I will learn to be content with enough, and forget that I was ever foolish enough to want more.”

— Alix E. Harrow

325. “No. There was too much to do – finish my damn book, find Jane, find my father, write it all right again – to stay locked up here like some tragic orphan girl in a Gothic novel. Plus, if I stayed past dark I was three quarters certain a vampire would climb through my window and eat me.”

— Alix E. Harrow

326. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

327. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

328. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

330. “Agnes marvels at the contradiction of her: bright-eyed and black-hearted, vicious and vulnerable, a girl who knows so little of the world and far too much.”

— Alix E. Harrow

331. “Someone along the line misled you as to your worth, Ms. Eastwood. I should quite like to give him a piece of my mind.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

333. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

336. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

338. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

341. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

343. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

344. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow

347. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

348. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

349. “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.”

— Alix E. Harrow

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

— Alix E. Harrow