Top 200 Cynthia Hand Quotes (2024 Update)
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151. “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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152. “This meant that Alexander’s side business was actually the revenge business. Though to be completely honest, he had just the one customer, himself.”

— Cynthia Hand

153. “Through books she could see the world.”

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154. “Chicks dig historians.”

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155. “I try to smile, but my heart’s breaking all over again. Because I know that I can’t stay here.”

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156. “There are two ways to respond when life hands you something unpleasant,” the grandmother said, smiling down at the infant in her lap. “You can get soft or you can get tough. Our Ethan has just decided to get tough, it seems. But he’ll come around eventually, I think. He’s got a good heart under there somewhere. And he has time – God knows, he’s, what, seventeen now? He has time to get himself on the right path again.”

— Cynthia Hand

157. “I was born with numbers on the brain. I think in equations. What I would do, if I could really put this pen to paper and produce something useful, is take my memories, these fleeting, painful moments of my life, and find some way to add and subtract and divide them, insert variables and move them, try to isolate them, to discover their elusive meanings, to translate them from possibilities to certainties.”

— Cynthia Hand

158. “The pen feels unnatural in my hand. It’s so much weightier than pencil. Permanent. There are no erasers, in life.”

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159. “Ah, hello.” He gathered his courage. This was just like reading poetry, but subtract poems and add people casually placing hunting knives and daggers on their tables. One of the women was filing her fingernails into sharp points, like claws. Just like reading poetry.”

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160. “Don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t regret us. I don’t. I won’t, ever.”

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

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162. “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.”

— Cynthia Hand

163. “Even the wind had died.”

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

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165. “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.”

— Cynthia Hand

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

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

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168. “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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169. “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

170. “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

171. “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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172. “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.”

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

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175. “You aren’t being sent on a mission that you don’t have the power to accomplish. You have to find that power inside you somewhere, and you have to refine it. You were made for this purpose...”

— Cynthia Hand

176. “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

177. “We’ve all got our weaknesses.”

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

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

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

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181. “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

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

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

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184. “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.”

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

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186. “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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187. “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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188. “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

189. “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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190. “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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191. “Dominance leads to tyranny.”

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192. “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.”

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

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

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

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198. “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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199. “We’d fight so much less if everyone would just sit down and read.” Gifford’s.”

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200. “Jane became something of a walking thesaurus when she was upset, a side effect of too much reading.”

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