Top 200 Cynthia Hand Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “Don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t regret us. I don’t. I won’t, ever.”

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152. “On everyone’s lap rested a book. Any book. In case the wedding got boring.”

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153. “What my wife desires – and what you should have guessed, had you paid attention – is bookcases. And books, of course, to fill them. Not more decorations or useless items. She wants books.”

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154. “Even the wind had died.”

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155. “Words were good. But sometimes they were simply inadequate.”

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156. “Edward couldn’t imagine his cousin Jane with a husband and a child, even though she was sixteen years old and sixteen was a bit spinsterish, by the standards of the day.”

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157. “One of my maids forgot the fruit with my breakfast. I became a skunk and sprayed her.”

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158. “Brave isn’t something you are. It’s something you do.”

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159. “But she was a writer, so while she did get this moment of thinking herself somewhat brilliant, it would soon be offset by a crippling doubt that she had a gift of words at all. Such is the way with all writers. Trust us.”

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160. “There was only one conclusion Jane could draw from the style and design of the dress and it was this: it had to be thought up by men. Then women could in no way outrun them, and with the lack of oxygen to the brain due to a rib cage the size of a fist, they could not outthink them. And with the bright colors, they couldn’t hide. No running, no thinking, no hiding.”

— Cynthia Hand

161. “I know Jane is dear to you,” Bess said. “I also know that she’s in danger. But Jane is one person, Edward. There are thousands of lives at stake. There’s a kingdom on the edge of a knife. We must tread carefully.”

— Cynthia Hand

162. “Without stories, we’re all just lonely islands.”

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163. “Only morons smoke.”

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164. “I have a thing for Rochester,” confessed Jane. “It’s not healthy.”

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165. “Great,” I answer. It’s fruitless to argue with Dave; he’s so freaking calm. “I’ll get right on that.”

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166. “The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hand drops from my face and grab at my waist and pull me to him. A small soft groan escapes him, and that noise makes me absolutely crazy. I lose it. I wind my hands around his neck and kiss him without holding anything back. I can feel his heart thundering like mine, his breath coming faster, his arms tightening around me.”

— Cynthia Hand

167. “Because I’m like the opposite of Cinderella. My ball only starts after midnight.”

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168. “It was 1538 and John Lambert had been outed as an Edian when, after hearing Frederic Clarence had written a pamphlet denouncing Edian magic, he turned into a dog and ate the papers, prompting Clarence to cry out, “That dog ate my scriptwork!”

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169. “It’s all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery.”

— Cynthia Hand

170. “He would have found the whole thing wildly exciting if he wasn’t so tired of things being so wildly exciting.”

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171. “This meant that Alexander’s side business was actually the revenge business. Though to be completely honest, he had just the one customer, himself.”

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172. “It’s just high school, man. Those guys are just high school guys, and in ten years they’re going to be working for people like me. I know that. I just have to make it through two more years.”

— Cynthia Hand

173. “We’ve all got our weaknesses.”

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174. “Because he was English and that’s what the English do under stress: they drink tea.”

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175. “So he was her husband, Edward might eat her, and no one’s hair could rival his.”

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176. “She would imagine a different life. She would seek it.”

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177. “Because obviously she was the most qualified for the position. At long last Edward had arrived at the enlightened state of knowing that a woman could do a job just as well as a man. Yep. That’s how it happened. Edward abdicated his throne. Elizabeth would be crowned queen at Westminster Abbey that same week, and we all know she’d be the best ruler of England ever. And now history can more or less pick up along the same path where we left it.”

— Cynthia Hand

178. “Everything changes. That’s the only constant.”

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179. “Where are you?” I wheeze into the floor. “Where did you go?”

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180. “Before I moved here, I never got the whole love-triangle thing. You know, in movies or romance novels or whatnot, where there’s one chick that all the guys are drooling over, even though you can’t see anything particularly special about her. But oh, no, they both must have her. And she’s like, oh dear, however will I choose? William is so sensitive, he understands me, he swept me off my feet, oh misery, blubber, blubber, but how can I go on living without Rafe and his devil-may-care ways and his dark and only-a-little-abusive love? Upchuck.”

— Cynthia Hand

181. “Everyone’s caught up in their own thing. We’re all the stars of our own movies. Anyways, that’s my big superpower. Mister Invisibility.”

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182. “But right now, at the wedding supper, a bigger problem was emerging. Every time G thought about how to break the news to her, he gulped down a cup of ale. And he thought about it a lot. Every time he looked at his new bride. And he looked at her a lot.”

— Cynthia Hand

183. “Everyone started sniffling at that point. Everyone, that is, except me. I never did the crying thing. It would have ruined my makeup.”

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184. “Everybody dies, and everybody loses people they love.”

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185. “This is isn’t going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?” he asks playfully.”

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186. “Dominance leads to tyranny.”

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187. “He quickly pulled back and shook out his mane, in what he hoped was a very dignified manner. Yes, he was a horse, but he was still a man. Except anatomically. And he would be treated accordingly, with the utmost respect.”

— Cynthia Hand

188. “Brave isn’t something you are. It’s something you do. It comes from action. I appreciate that.”

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189. “The worst part about her new chambers was that all these wardrobes and vanities and drapes meant there was no space – none at all – for a bookcase. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?”

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190. “Anything’s possible, I suppose. It’s a wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”

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191. “I’m not worth it. But I want you to know, in case I ever do give you this letter and you read it first before you burn it or something, that for just a little while, you made me feel like I was really alive. Like I was special.”

— Cynthia Hand

192. “I’ll never forget the way he tastes. It’s not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.”

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193. “I don’t need a man. I have a gun.”

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194. “Jane’s face could have taught those torches to burn bright. Last night, she was the sun, and all of the flowers in all of the counties turned toward her for warmth.”

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195. “Everything changes, I think. That is the only constant. We all grow up.”

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196. “If it is a gift, I do not deserve it. If it is a curse, I do not deserve it.”

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197. “She’d have married Jane to a tree stump if it had been allowed.”

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198. “Maybe you could write to a future version of yourself. Many people write their journals to future selves, I think. It demonstrates a kind of hopefulness.”

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199. “The person who possesses the creative gift owns something of which she is not always the master – something that at times strangely wills and works for itself.”

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200. “It’s your mind you have to train, like your mom said that one time, you have to separate yourself from all the crap, get down to the core, focus.”

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