Top 70 Hannah F. Whitten Quotes (2025 Update)

1. “To anyone who grew thorns instead of flowers – You had your reasons.”

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2. “She thought of running through the forest on her birthday, the fierce desire deep in her gut to live. That’s what she felt from the sentinel, from the Wilderwood it was attached to. A deep, reckless determination to live.”

— Hannah F. Whitten

3. “Red, I’d let the world burn before I hurt you.”

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4. “People with power resent losing it, and too much power for too long a time can make a villain of anyone.”

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5. “He may let the world burn, but he’d let himself burn with it.”

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6. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands off my wife.”

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7. “You run like a herd of luminous deer, and I am dark, I am forest. – Rainer Maria Rilke.”

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8. “They all knew that love made monstrous things necessary sometimes. They all knew their own capacity to burn worlds down.”

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9. “People created stories to fill the gaps they didn’t understand, and religion grew up around it like rot on a fallen tree.”

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10. “To those who hold anger too deep to extricate, to those who feel too knife-edged to hold something soft, to those who are tired of holding up worlds.”

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11. “You don’t need a compass when you are yourself a map.”

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12. “The air around him almost seemed to glimmer, gold dust in the dark. Moonlight made him more beautiful, yes, but in the same way that darkness emphasized a flame. He didn’t belong in it; Bastian Arceneaux was antithetical to night.”

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13. “This ends in roots and bones. For all of you. It always ends in roots and bones.”

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14. “Sometimes you don’t mourn people so much as you mourn who they could’ve been.”

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15. “I kill my own monsters.”

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16. “The warm familiarity of the bookshelves kept her together, knit her back into herself as she wandered between them.”

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17. “These scarred hands, this overlong hair, this face too hard-edged to be handsome – she’d thought she was prepared for anything, but she wasn’t prepared for this. The Wolf was a man before he was a monster, and the figure before her didn’t fit neatly into either category.”

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18. “Monstrousness is a curious thing. In it’s barest form, its simplest definition, a monster is merely something different than you think it should be. And who gets to decide what should be, anyway?”

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19. “But hope, you know? It’s like a boot that won’t break in. Hurts to walk in it, hurts worse to go barefoot.”

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20. “Everyone has to decide how best to tell the story of their own villain.”

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21. “Her lips lifted back from her teeth. ‘I can’t be your conscience.’ A spark in his eye, a snarl to match hers. ‘And I can’t be your spine.”

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22. “The figure at the table didn’t seem to notice. His head bent over an open book, hand moving as a pen scratched over paper. The lines of his shoulders spoke of strength, but that of only a man rather than a monster; the fingers holding the pen were long and elegant, not clawed. Still, there was something otherworldly in the shape of him, something that hinted at humanity but didn’t quite arrive there.”

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23. “A forest in your bones, a graveyard beneath your feet. There are no heroes here.”

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24. “Foolish men are easy to rule.”

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25. “She could count the number of people who loved her on one hand, and they all kept begging for the only thing she couldn’t give them.”

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26. “That’s the kind of love you needed. Feral and fierce and capable of drawing blood.”

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27. “Because monsters are real,” she said. “And even the Wolf needs help sometimes.”

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28. “Goodness is more about trying to save those you love. Regardless of the cost.”

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29. “She’d felt like a falling star on a clear night, pelting through the dark and the cold.”

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30. “Neve’s emotions were an ocean of history and feeling, and sadness was just the foam.”

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31. “Goodness was daily choice, endless possibility, a decision at every crossroads.”

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32. “She went to grab her scarlet cloak before remembering it was still in Valleyda. One shaky sigh, that she’d left it there, but a marriage was more than a cloak. As for the other reasons she’d kept it – the claiming of who she was, what she was – she didn’t need a cloak for that anymore, either. She knew it in her bones, she wore it in her eyes instead of on her shoulders.”

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33. “Then she saw him.”

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34. “He didn’t sound sorrowful, not really. But there was a finality in his tone, and a sense of emptiness. The difference between knowing something was gone and feeling its absence when you reached for it.”

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35. “I mourn the idea of her, maybe. The gap between what a mother is supposed to be and what she was.”

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36. “What’s a soul but the most concentrated piece of yourself?”

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37. “I don’t think we’re ever ready to take on what our parents leave us.” Eammon studied his knotted hands. “The places left rarely fit.”

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38. “Her life had been a house of cards, pieces stacked delicately on top of one another more by ease of construct than by a choice truly made, because weren’t things hard enough without her making them any harder?”

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39. “Red had nothing like faith, but she wanted that answer like it could be absolution. For her mother. For her.”

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40. “He pushed up first, steadying before she did. Solmir stretched out a courtly hand.”

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41. “Red thought it was likely that their gods were dead. Her dedication to her path into the forest had nothing to do with belief in Kings or monsters or anything else that might come out of it.”

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42. “He would say he didn’t trust Kayu as far as he could throw her, but she was a small woman, so he could probably throw her much farther than his trust would extend.”

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43. “The scent of paper, the orderliness of printed words, the sensation of page edges beneath her fingers smoothed the waves of her thoughts to placidity.”

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44. “Heroes and villains and the spaces between, a prism that changed reflections depending on the angle you turned it.”

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45. “You had to be a whole person to be worth mourning. She’d never been that to her mother. Never been anything more than a relic.”

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46. “But Red belonged here. The magic that made her taste dirt and turned her veins green made it clear, the magic that could wreak such destruction if she didn’t keep it contained, and she was so tired of being afraid.”

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47. “Strange and humbling, what loneliness could do.”

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48. “Grief was like gravel in her slipper, and she felt it more when she was standing still.”

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49. “Tying the reason for your existence to a god seems to naturally lead to your existence not mattering much.”

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50. “Goodness is whatever you’re not.”

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