Top 150 Jennifer Saint Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “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?”

— Jennifer Saint

52. “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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53. “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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54. “A fallen woman is the sweetest entertainment they know; I saw it before, in Crete. I will not let it happen to me.”

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55. “I danced for the end of everything I knew and the beginning of everything I did not.”

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

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57. “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.”

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

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60. “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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61. “His eyes were soft with amusement and that strange, silver spark leapt from them like the ripples cast by the moon on the dark, briny sea.”

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

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63. “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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64. “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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65. “I remembered how much I had admired Hypsipyle’s strength and courage in fighting to claim the city as her own, but then she had offered it up to Jason. Medea had the power to charm monsters and heal mortal injuries, magic that lay the world at her feet, and yet she tried to shrink herself down to a life at his side. I wasn’t going to do that.”

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

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68. “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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69. “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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70. “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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71. “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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72. “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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73. “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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74. “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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75. “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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76. “Because if I had learned anything, I had learned enough to know that a god in pain is dangerous.”

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

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79. “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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80. “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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81. “Being a god and loving mortals means nothing more than watching them die.”

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82. “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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83. “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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84. “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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85. “I would have to admit that somewhere within me something else was stirring – something akin to fear but electric with vitality.”

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86. “In the pit of the night, the blackness engulfing me would stretch to the very ends of eternity. I would hear the clattering of hooves and the huffing of breath through the bull’s snout and I would claw at the covers, desperately trying to bury myself and holding my breath until stars exploded against my tightly closed eyelids and I had to gasp for air, terrified of what I would see when I surfaced.”

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87. “What the god’s 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.”

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88. “I could hear in their breathless, excited conversations the echo of two sisters who had loved each other all those years ago on Crete.”

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89. “It did not feel momentous, yet when I tore my eyes away from his I found that nothing looked quite the same, as though the world had fractured and sheared away from itself to reshape in almost – but not quite – the same formation. As though I had looked at a waterfall and realised with a faint jolt that the water flowing over the rock was ever-changing, that it would never be the same water again.”

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

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

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93. “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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94. “He was that impossibly rare thing – a man who was exactly who he presented himself to be. The wonder of it – I could not help marveling at him.”

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95. “The sweetness and the love of the nymphs – and Silenus’ jokes and silliness – had made his childhood so unlike that of the other gods, who either sprang fully formed into vicious existence or battled and sliced their way to adulthood.”

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

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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. “But when I thought of Scylla, I thought of the foolish and all-too-human girl, gasping for breath amid the froth of waves churning in the wake of my father’s boat. I saw her weighed down in the tumultuous water not just by the iron chains in which my father had bound her but also by the terrible truth that 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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99. “Mortals. They are often so stubborn, so determined not to see reason. Everyone should live as easily as we do on Naxos, instead of making these endless traps in which to ensnare themselves. 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 plea 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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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.”

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