Top 100 Charlie N. Holmberg Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I have known cold. I have known the cold that freezes to the bones, to the spirit itself. The cold that stills the heart and crystallizes the blood. The kind of cold that even fire fears, that can turn a woman to glass. I have seen Death.”

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52. “Mg. Thane held his fork loosely in his hand. “I’ll not starve you, if that’s your worry.”

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53. “If you’re going to get yourself killed, you could at least kiss me first!”

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54. “Beauty is just like a book. Some will not bother to look beyond the cover; others will find the entire tome utterly captivating.”

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55. “Remember that you are much different now than you were an hour ago, Ceony. Before you merely read about magic; now you have it. Denying it won’t make you return to ordinary.”

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56. “For if rice and tuna was his for-guests meal, Ceony couldn’t imagine what the man ate when he dined alone. Perhaps Mg. Aviosky had assigned her here merely to ensure England’s oddest paper magician got some decent nutrition and didn’t wither away, leaving the country with only eleven paper magicians instead of twelve.”

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57. “You are the kind of women who makes me believe in God... I don’t know how else it could be possible to find you.”

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58. “Sometimes Ceony wished he would forget she was a lady.”

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59. “All I knew to look for was a redheaded girl with strange magic. And you turned out to be Emery Thane’s apprentice, of all people. How is the bugger? Still kicking, I hear.”

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60. “Thought moved so much faster than speech. A person could think a hundred things in the time it took for him to utter a single word.”

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61. “Modern fashion did not take into account a woman’s need to be stealthy amidst brambles.”

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62. “Ceony gaped in surprise. There, wagging its little paper tail, stood a paper dog.”

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63. “Alfred snorted. “Paperwork. A Folder of all people, complaining about paperwork.”

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64. “He opened his mouth to respond, closed it. Pushed fingers back through his short hair, then actually laughed. “I suppose we’re both horrible people.”

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65. “Decide where you want your life to go before you set it rolling.”

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66. “His laughter made me laugh, his thoughts made me think, and his silence made me listen to each intake of his breath.”

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67. “Perhaps the man wasn’t so mad after all. Or maybe it’s a madness that I can learn to appreciate.”

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68. “I always saw novels as an outlet for which the mind can escape this world, not be tethered to it.” “I.”

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69. “Perhaps in a heart, knowledge was more stable than memory or thought.”

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70. “A heart that’s known love is stronger than one that hasn’t, did you know that?”

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71. “She stared up into the beauty of his green eyes, and for a moment she saw everything there, all the pieces of his heart that she remembered so vividly, all the smiles and unspoken words she had earned since meeting him three months earlier.”

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72. “Anger. Infidelity. Death. Dark times – that’s what these memories were. Ceony had passed through Emery’s goodness and his hopes; it made sense to see his darkness, too. To see his hurts and his vices. To see the shadows cast behind those bright eyes.”

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73. “What is a soul if not an extension of the heart?”

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74. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you put yourself in danger? And so willingly, no less!”

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75. “One can never be too irrational.”

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76. “I love you more than Barbados, more than magic, more than myself. You are all I think about. And now you are mine. I love you, Elsie.”

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77. “I’ve been lonely for a long time. Sure, I’ve had friends, colleagues, so I’m not isolated. But I still feel it. It’s the deep, lasting kind of loneliness. The hollow kind that settles in your bones.”

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78. “I will get you out of here, if I have to melt the castle down myself, do you understand?”

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79. “Have you ever wondered,” he followed up without missing a beat, “if we’re all characters in another’s book? If all of our actions, whims, thoughts, and desires are being controlled by some omniscient author?”

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80. “Being useful made her feel good about herself, regardless of all the nonsense and trepidation going on in her life.”

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81. “But there are different sorts of strength. A different strength for every person, if they know where to find it.”

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82. “Bacchus let his impatience drain down his arms and into his hands, where he crushed it with tight fists.”

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83. “They all talked freely among themselves, the chatter filling the air and tumbling over itself, like the city was breathing.”

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84. “Bennet was a wonderful friend and, admittedly, a wonderful specimen of a man, but she worried over his friendliness.”

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85. “She turns to ice in his arms. Maekallus wrenches back from her as the new piece of soul collides with him, fueling the passion, and need devouring his insides, lacing them with something sour, frosted, and heavy. He knows the sensation, knows it in an almost nostalgic way, and hates it instantly. Guilt.”

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86. “The coddled and content seldom told good stories.”

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87. “Mortals have always been fond of stories,” he supplied. “Of course.” Turning about, I hiked back toward my bags. “We don’t live long enough to remember who we are without them.”

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88. “The only god who listens to the trollis is Regret. He is the only one who cares for the world’s castaways.”

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89. “Is that how all Bajan men kiss?” He smirked, the insolent man. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never kissed any of them.”

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90. “Hers was a story he didn’t want to end. But how many pages would she let him turn? What was her ending – their ending – going to be like?”

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91. “I pay no attention to the folk, for I’ve learned, mostly, not to care for the opinion of others, as they have never cared for mine.”

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92. “Our souls are like blisters,” he said, a whisper of smile flavoring the words. “The irritant, the hardship, the pain, will make your skin tougher. Stronger.” He delicately touched the sore spot. “But take that away, and you take away the growth.”

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93. “Time may be eternal, but it should not be wasted.”

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94. “He’d dug his graves for the loved ones torn away from him long ago, occasionally adding more soil to top them off.”

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95. “You believe him?” “I do. I don’t think he’d have a reason to lie to me.”

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96. “Being able to talk aloud to someone who always agreed with you could do wonders for the soul.”

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97. “Manage it, escape it, or grow with it. Pain, I mean.” I noticed the fire didn’t reflect in his eyes. “But you can’t forget it. Even if you could, you would lose the strength it gave you. There is always strength in pain. It’s small and it’s hidden, but it’s always there.”

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98. “I have known cold, the chills with which even the deepest winters cannot compare. I have lived it, breathed it, and lost by it. I have known cold, for it dwelled in the deepest hollows of my soul. And the day I broke Mordan’s heart, it devoured me.”

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99. “I believe,” he begins softly, “that error, made in ignorance, is forgivable.” I dare to peek through my fingers at him. “You’re not angry?” “I never was.”

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100. “Like you, her scars mark her journey.”

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