Top 500 Erin Morgenstern Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “His religion is buried in the silence of freshly fallen snow, in a carefully crafted cocktail, in between the pages of a book somewhere after the beginning but before the ending.”

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352. “Create new stories upon the old ones.”

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353. “Perhaps the book will act like some sort of beacon and draw whatever or whoever it is he’s looking for to him. He believes in books, he thinks as he leaves the room. That much he knows for sure.”

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354. “Is it the way it is in the book? He aches to know but he also suspects real places are never properly captured in words. There is always more.”

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355. “He wonders if he is losing his mind and then decides that if he is able to wonder about it he probably isn’t, which isn’t particularly comforting.”

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356. “It is a flowing waterfall of alchemical and astrological symbols, ancient marks for planets and elements all emblazoned in black ink upon her fair skin.”

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357. “The pirate was placed here for numerous acts of a piratey nature considered criminal enough for punishment by those non-pirates who decide such things.”

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358. “A language you cannot speak yourself is not necessarily a god-awful mess,” Celia says, transcribing a line of symbols into her notebook.”

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359. “Besides,” Friedrick continues, “you must be asked such things constantly. I find I am more interested in learning about the woman than the magician. I hope that is acceptable.” “It’s perfect,” Celia says.”

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360. “The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are.”

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361. “I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.”

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362. “Sorry it’s so poetry today.” “So what?” Zachary asks, not certain he heard her correctly. “Poetry,” Mirabel repeats. “The weather. It’s like a poem. Where each word is more than one thing at once and everything’s a metaphor. The meaning condensed into rhythm and sound and the spaces between sentences. It’s all intense and sharp, like the cold and the wind.”

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363. “Having a physical reaction to a lack of book is not unusual.”

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364. “She was only wrong by a little bit and a little bit wrong is mostly right.”

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365. “Every seven years each cell in your body has changed, he reminds himself. He is not that boy anymore. He is twice removed from that boy.”

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366. “We are the stars,” he answers, as though it is the most obvious of facts afloat in a sea of metaphors and misdirections. “We are all stardust and stories.”

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367. “Now in this space the days and nights pass differently. Strangely, slowly. Languid and luscious.”

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368. “There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise.”

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369. “Al encender velas con otras que ya estan encendidas y agregandolas a las ramas. Nuevos deseos encendidos por viejos deseos.”

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370. “I think the best stories feel like they’re still going, somewhere, out in story space.”

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371. “She remembers people and fairies and dragons with equal clarity.”

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372. “As soon as there’s an unquestionable truth there’s no longer a myth.”

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373. “Sometimes he feels he has lost his own story, fallen out of its pages and landed here, in between. But he remains in his story. He cannot leave it, no matter how he tries.”

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374. “She found she no longer minded that the stories would linger. That some enjoyed them and others did not but that is the nature of a story. Not all stories speak to all listeners, but all listeners can find a story that does, somewhere, sometime. In one form or another.”

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375. “Maybe everything is burning, has burned, will burn.”

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376. “She is young enough to carry fear with her without letting it into her heart. Without being scared.”

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377. “A multitude of seekers looking for things they do not have names for and finding them in stories written and unwritten and in each other.”

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378. “You want to be in the story, not observing it from the outside. You want to be under its shell. The only way to do that is to break it. But if it breaks, it is gone.”

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379. “The parliament of owls told their decision to the stars and the stars agreed. The moon did not, but on this night she was dark and could not offer her opinion.”

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380. “They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic. Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.”

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381. “The cards have been telling her as much for years but she refused to listen, choosing to see only the other possibilities, the alternate paths to be taken.”

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382. “Would you hide something in a story for me?” the mouselike man asked the sculptor. “There are those who seek what I must conceal and would turn the universe inside out to find it.”

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383. “I don’t like to tell her things that don’t make any sense. Most times things make sense eventually.”

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384. “They are a bunch of fish covered in feathers trying to convince the public they can fly, and I am simply a bird in their midst. The audience cannot tell the difference beyond knowing that I am better at it.”

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385. “Thousands of miles away, in a crowded theater that thunders with applause for the man onstage, hidden in the shadows formed between disused pieces of scenery backstage, Celia Bowen curls herself into a ball and cries.”

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386. “Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasure and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will effect them in ways they can never predict.”

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387. “There is the softest of sobbing as the coffin is lowered into the ground, but it is difficult to pinpoint who it is coming from, or if it is instead a collective sound of mingled sighs and wind and shifting feet.”

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388. “There is a pirate in the basement.”

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389. “This is a significant moment, he thinks, hearing the words in his head in his mother’s voice. A moment with meaning. A moment that changes the moments that follow.”

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390. “There are so many questions, so many things she longs to discuss despite her father’s constant nagging about not concerning herself with her opponent. But at the same time, she feels suddenly exposed, aware that he has always known where each of them stood. Known every time he opened a door for her or took notes for Chandresh. Every time he stared at her as he does now, with those disconcertingly bright-green eyes. Still, it is a tempting invitation.”

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391. “To be a guardian is to be trusted. To be trusted, all must be tested.”

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392. “And she likes having the space to herself, the stillness and the calm sweetened with the subdued scent of frozen flowers.”

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393. “He attempts various combinations and finds a bee and a key on the coat of arms of a fictional magic school.”

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394. “A language you cannot speak yourself is not necessarily a god-awful mess.”

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395. “You want a place to be like it was in the book but it’s not a place in a book it’s just words. The place in your imagination is where you want to go and that place is imaginary.”

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396. “Skyrim-inspired sweet rolls and classic BioShock cream-filled cakes and maraschino truffle odes to Pac-Man cherries.”

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397. “It’s funny how that works. How for so long a single year of difference matters and then after a certain point a year is nothing.”

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398. “You want a place to be like it was in the book but it’s not a place in a book it’s just words.”

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399. “What is this?” he asks. Meaning all of it, everything, and trusting she will understand. “I will never have a satisfying answer to that question, Ezra,” she says and the smile that accompanies the sentiment is a sad one. “This is the rabbit hole. Do you want to know the secret to surviving once you’ve gone down the rabbit hole?” Zachary nods and Mirabel leans forward. Her eyes are ringed with gold. “Be a rabbit,” she whispers.”

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400. “This is a typical Tsukiko response, one that does not truly answer the question. Isobel does not pry.”

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