Top 160 Jennifer Saint Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “How two such very different branches could spring from the same tree is a mystery to me. Your sweet goodness is anathema to every aspect of her.”

— Jennifer Saint

52. “A hero would not shrink from his destiny, he would not sneak from his dungeon and flee the fight. His name wouldn’t ring through the ages for that.”

— Jennifer Saint

53. “She had sacrificed everything she knew for a love as ephemeral and transient as the rainbows that glimmered through the sea spray.”

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54. “When I could escape the tedium of my baby and seize a respite, I might take a walk by the city walls, wondering if I could muster the energy to fling myself from their height onto the rocky slopes below.”

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55. “Often, they would say that at the very moment Agamemnon raised the knife, Artemis took pity on Iphigenia and swapped her for a deer. In this version of the story, my daughter lives on as a priestess and favourite of the goddess on an island somewhere. Crucially, in this telling, Agamemnon did nothing more than slaughter a simple animal. It’s poetic and pretty, and so very clean.”

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56. “I had given Theseus the clue to the Labyrinth, fourteen lives of Athens, and the death of my own brother. In exchange, he granted me perhaps a week to live in exile, imprisoned on a desolate island.”

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57. “Can you blame me for thinking it better to garner the love of a thousand mortals instead; to hold the adoration of a city instead of one consort’s frail, mortal flesh?”

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58. “I watched the fire spark into the night sky and wondered where she could be. Making her way down that dank, twisting path to the Underworld alone? I had gone everywhere before her; trodden the paths I sent her down to make sure they were safe before I let her go. How could I let her go now, to where I did not know, without me at her side?”

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59. “We might only have a mortal lifetime, but it will belong to us, and no one else.”

— Jennifer Saint

60. “The bridges were burned behind me and I could not make my way back across the ashes any more than I could walk on the trail of moonlight cast across the water.”

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61. “I danced, and the slow, simmering anger boiled to rage in my veins, propelling me onward, until I dropped in the dead center of the floor, hopelessly entangled in scarlet skeins, panting for breath and waiting for the heavy clouds that fogged my brain and my vision to clear.”

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62. “Daedalus took comfort in the baby Icarus, and I loved to see him walking about with the infant dandled in his arms, showing the oblivious child the flowers and the birds and the many wonders of the palace.”

— Jennifer Saint

63. “I would wear that coronet of snakes and the world would shrink from me instead.”

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64. “The gods do not know love, because they cannot imagine an end to anything they enjoy. Their passions do not burn brightly as a mortal’s passions do, because they can have whatever they desire for the rest of eternity. How could they cherish or treasure anything? Nothing to them is more than a passing amusement, and when they have done with it, there will be another.”

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65. “I couldn’t find enough air to breathe;.”

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66. “I wondered how many of them had wives waiting for them, mothers and daughters perhaps. What would those women think if they could see their menfolk, as they stood guard over us, the weeping, grieving survivors of Troy?”

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67. “While I was thankful to Orpheus for protecting us from the lure of their song, I wished there was a way I could have seen them more closely. I felt drawn toward them by something other than their magic. It was their rage, I thought, the anger for their stolen girl that made them punish every man they saw.”

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68. “The gods would take what they wanted, whenever they wanted it.”

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69. “To be surprised, you had to have a belief that the world would follow its rhythms and patterns as it had always done.”

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70. “Being a god and loving mortals means nothing more than watching them die. I know that all too well. Everytime I see my children learn a new skill, acquire a new word, take another step away from us, I see their shadow drifting in Hades’ halls years from now, beyond my reach. You as well, one day nothing but smoke and ashes.”

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71. “How they would exult in my disgrace. A fallen woman is the sweetest entertainment they know;.”

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72. “I had fallen asleep in his arms and woken to cold ashes, a desolate dawn.”

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73. “I knew it was a king’s duty to hold up the sky for his citizens, to prevent them from being crushed beneath it, no matter how much his back may buckle or his muscles scream for mercy.”

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74. “The wine tasted like dirt to me. I could shriek out my warnings, claw at my flesh, hurl my goblet right into Paris’ face, but they would still carry on as though I did not exist.”

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75. “They are the cause of their own suffering, and yet they will never see it. They will rage against the gods all day long, and pray to them and plead for their mercy in the darkness of night. But they will never see how simply they could make their lives better for themselves.”

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76. “And back then, I did not know how wings could melt and peel away from your body; how someone could plunge so unexpectedly from their soaring ascent to freedom and be swallowed by the ravenous waves below.”

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77. “What I did not know was that I had hit upon a truth of womanhood: However blameless the life we lead, the passions and the greed of men could bring us to ruin, and there was nothing we could do.”

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78. “Every word I speak is unwelcome. My throat is raw from the words that are torn from me when I touch someone, when I look into their eyes and see the blinding white truth.”

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79. “Because if I had learned anything, I had learned enough to know that a god in pain is dangerous.”

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80. “I had felt the grip of his immortal hands on me. I had felt the burn of his venom in my mouth. The memory of it flowed in my bloodstream; the echo of his touch imprinted on my skin; the visions he had given me flickered and twisted in my head, all of them fighting for supremacy, never settling into one clear picture.”

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81. “Did I feel the cogs of destiny, the gliding of the Fate’s loom, or was it actually just the thumping of my excited heart?”

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82. “I didn’t know much about men; between Minos, the Minotaur and now Cinyras, I hadn’t wanted to learn. Or so I thought, until I caught the gaze of a handsome hostage and on the strength of that glance, let the fire he ignited within me burn down everything I knew.”

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83. “The world beyond was such an alien place; I was learning every day how different it was. And maybe I was different, too.”

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84. “No one intervened to try to stop me from becoming what I became.”

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85. “What the gods liked was ferocity, savagery, the snarl and the bite and the fear. Always, always the fear, the naked edge of it behind the smoke rising from the altars, the high note of it in the muttered prayers and praise we sent heavenward, the deep, primal taste of it when we raised the knife above the sacrificial offering. Our fear. That was how the gods grew great.”

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86. “I held Medusa’s image in my head, calming my deep ragged breaths. Her snakes hissed and spat and contorted about her head, striking fear into the hearts of so-called heroes as they cringed away. I could be the same. My rage would be my shield.”

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87. “The cold green of his eyes. Like the shock of the chill waters when the sea floor drops away unexpectedly beneath your feet and you realise that you have swum out far beyond your depth.”

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88. “Being a god and loving mortals means nothing more than watching them die.”

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89. “When the stars collapse in on us all and the world is consumed by fire, when everything is reduced to white dust, Hades will still sit and rule his swollen kingdom.”

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90. “Was this my punishment? To live the reality of my dream and find out that its glittering beauty faded to nothing when I stepped close?”

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91. “He was that impossibly rare thing – a man who was exactly who he presented himself to be.”

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92. “And how everything they once were, that spark within them, could be extinguished so completely yet the world did not collapse under the weight of so much pain and grief.”

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93. “You told me once that one lifetime of human love was worth the loss.”

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94. “We would lay down our lives for our children, and every time we faced birth, we stood on the banks of that great river that separated the living from the dead. A massed army of women, facing that perilous passage with no armour to protect us, only our own strength and hope that we would prevail. It didn’t feel like the right conversation to have on the way to her wedding.”

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95. “Every day, for months now, I have dreamed of running away with Hippolytus. Why did I, Phaedra of Knossos and Athens, put my faith in a man? When I should have seen that what I truly wanted was simply to run away.”

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96. “Jason thought the world was built for heroes. I knew we had to build it ourselves.”

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97. “To what end did I teach them to weave or dance or sing? How did I know I did not raise another child for slaughter?”

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98. “When I was a child, I trusted the gods.”

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99. “I missed the spread of the sky above me. Sometimes as I lay awake, I yearned so powerfully for freedom; for the dark silhouette of the Argo, blotting out the stars behind it; the promise of another journey and another land with every sunrise; thate resentment churned stomach, it’s bile scolding my throat.”

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100. “I slept that night with a sense of calm in my heart, and the next morning I decided that I would walk down to the beach. The ocean had always been a friend to me, back on Crete. The sight of it would always soothe my soul.”

— Jennifer Saint