Top 160 Margaret Rogerson Quotes (2024 Update)

1. “When one calls upon a demon, one must be prepared for death to follow.”

— Margaret Rogerson

2. “This was not like drawing a sword. It was like commanding an army. Becoming a god.”

— Margaret Rogerson

3. “There was too much beauty in the world for evil to possess any hope of victory.”

— Margaret Rogerson

4. “Not all battles are fought with swords.”

— Margaret Rogerson

5. “Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

— Margaret Rogerson

6. “You belong in the library, as much as any book.”

— Margaret Rogerson

7. “No. You surpass us all.” Beside me she looked colorless and frail. “You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.”

— Margaret Rogerson

8. “Never forget that knowledge is your greatest weapon. The more knowledge the better, so you can hit the sorcerer over the head with it and give him a concussion. That’s why I chose such a big one.”

— Margaret Rogerson

9. “You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We may last forever, but you bloom brighter and smell sweeter, and draw blood with your thorns.”

— Margaret Rogerson

10. “It’s an honor to fight by your side, Elizabeth, for however long it lasts. You’ve reminded me to live. That’s worth having something to lose.”

— Margaret Rogerson

11. “You’ve reminded me to live. That’s worth having something to lose.”

— Margaret Rogerson

12. “If you must stare at something for hours on end, I’d prefer it to be me alone.”

— Margaret Rogerson

13. “She now understood that the world wasn’t kind to young women, especially when they behaved in ways men didn’t like, and spoke truths that men weren’t ready to hear.”

— Margaret Rogerson

14. “There is always more than one way to see the world. Those who claim otherwise would have you dwell forever in the dark.”

— Margaret Rogerson

15. “One raven for uncertain peril. Six for danger sure to arrive. A dozen for death, if not avoided. The enchantment is sealed.”

— Margaret Rogerson

16. “The thought of seeing judgment – or worse, disappointment – on her face when she looked at me next made me want to curl in on myself and never face the world again. I had no way to prove that the love Rook and I felt for each other was real and that we deserved every desperate, foolhardy inch of it, and I was already tired, so tired, of bearing its weight as a failure. A crime.”

— Margaret Rogerson

17. “Why, would you prefer to share one? I wouldn’t have expected it of you, Scrivener, but I suppose some species do bite each other as a prelude to courtship.”

— Margaret Rogerson

18. “The stone itself bled the malice of ancient things that had languished in darkness for centuries – consciousnesses that did not slumber, minds that did not dream.”

— Margaret Rogerson

19. “What? I never smell awful. I smell like sandalwood and masculine allure.” He lifted his head to smell himself and gagged. “Never mind.”

— Margaret Rogerson

20. “Nathaniel nodded. “If you can believe it, I used to fancy him. Then he went and grew that mustache. Or he murdered a gerbil and attached it to his face. For the life of me, I can’t tell which.”

— Margaret Rogerson

21. “Good-bye, Scrivener,” he said promptly, without looking at her. “It truly was a pleasure, aside from the time you bit me. Try not to knock over any of the Chancellor’s bookcases.”

— Margaret Rogerson

22. “God, Elizabeth, I’ve been doomed since the moment I watched you smack a fiend off my carriage with a crowbar.”

— Margaret Rogerson

23. “Nathaniel looked at her sidelong. “Scrivener, I know I cut a devilishly handsome figure lying here on the floor all covered in blood – -which I hear some girls find quite appealing, strangely enough, and if you’re one of them I’m not going to judge – but please stop crying. It’s only a flesh wound. I’ll be back to fighting evil any moment now.”

— Margaret Rogerson

24. “Come on, Scrivener,” he said brightly. “We must go at once. Do you mind if I lean on you?” “Wait,” she protested. “You aren’t supposed to be out of bed.” “Ah. That explains why my legs have stopped working.”

— Margaret Rogerson

25. “Life is like the oil within a lamp. It can be measured, but the pace at which it burns depends on how the dial is turned day by day, how bright and fierce the flame. And there is no predicting whether the lamp might be knocked to the ground and shatter, when it could have blazed on a great while longer. Such is the unpredictability of life.”

— Margaret Rogerson

26. “She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them. She was the library’s will made flesh.”

— Margaret Rogerson

27. “I like girls too, Scrivener.” Amusement danced in Nathaniel’s eyes. “I like both. If you’re going to fantasize about my love life, I insist you do so accurately.”

— Margaret Rogerson

28. “Now came the moment he will discover that despite all he had done to her, he had failed to break her.”

— Margaret Rogerson

29. “Go on,” he said, growing impatient. “I’m not going to turn you into a salamander.” “You can do that?” she whispered. “Truly?” “Of course.” A wicked gleam entered his eyes. “But I only turn girls into salamanders on Tuesdays. Luckily for you, it’s a Wednesday, which is the day I drink a goblet of orphan’s blood for supper.”

— Margaret Rogerson

30. “Isobel, I love you wholly. I love you eternally. I love you so dearly it frightens me. I fear I could not live without you. I could see your face every morning upon waking for a thousand years and still look forward to the next as though it were the first.”

— Margaret Rogerson

31. “First, I learned how to make tea,” he said finally, speaking more to himself than to her. “When humans wish to help, they are forever offering each other tea.”

— Margaret Rogerson

32. “I knew you talked to books. I didn’t realize they listened.”

— Margaret Rogerson

33. “Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?”

— Margaret Rogerson

34. “Some days, the memories hung over her like a weight. Each was light enough to bear on its own, but combined, they could make it difficult to even walk up the stairs. And yet, she wouldn’t trade them away for anything. Their existence made this house, this life, a place she had fought for and won. A place where she belonged.”

— Margaret Rogerson

35. “And that made the world no less worth fighting for, because wherever there was darkness, there was also so much light.”

— Margaret Rogerson

36. “Walking along a blade’s edge was only fun until the blade stopped being a metaphor.”

— Margaret Rogerson

37. “I quite like eggs,” I replied firmly, well aware that the enchantments he described would all turn strange and sour, even deadly, in the end. Besides, what on earth would I do with men’s hearts? I couldn’t make an omelette out of them.”

— Margaret Rogerson

38. “I don’t know what came over me. Of course I would be happy to join you in a life-endangering act of heroism, Scrivener. You must only say the word.”

— Margaret Rogerson

39. “Elisabeth lit up. “Grimoires,” she breathed, even more delighted than before. Nathaniel’s expression grew odd. “You like this place?” “Of course I do. It has books in it.”

— Margaret Rogerson

40. “Perhaps I haven’t seen what you can do,” she said. “But I’ve seen what you choose to do.” She looked up. “Isn’t that more important?”

— Margaret Rogerson

41. “Soft and sharp at once, an aching tenderness edged with sorrow, naked proof of a heart already broken.”

— Margaret Rogerson

42. “But isn’t absurdity part of being human? We aren’t ageless creatures who watch centuries pass from afar. Our worlds are small, our lives are short, and we can only bleed a little before we fall.”

— Margaret Rogerson

43. “This wasn’t like me. So many years of being cautious, and in a matter of minutes I’d started slipping up.”

— Margaret Rogerson

44. “I wiped off my fingers, but it wasn’t the mold or maggots making my stomach revolt... No, it was the knowledge that all around me sat empty people in rotting clothes, nibbling on flyblown trifles while they spoke of nothing of consequence with fixed smiles on their false faces.”

— Margaret Rogerson

45. “An extra twenty-four hours was nothing. Yet, it was everything. I might live more tomorrow then I did all the years of the rest of my life combined.”

— Margaret Rogerson

46. “But it seemed to Elisabeth that evil could not exist right now, in this place, not with all those people making their pilgrimage by lamplight to the river; there was too much beauty in the world for evil to possess any hope of victory.”

— Margaret Rogerson

47. “When terrible things have happened to you, sometimes the promise of something good can be just as frightening.”

— Margaret Rogerson

48. “Isobel.” He swept down to his knees and kissed my hand, gazing up at me in devotion. “I love you more than the stars in the sky. I love you more than Lark loves dresses.”

— Margaret Rogerson

49. “The library wants to fight back.”

— Margaret Rogerson

50. “Night fell as death rode into the Great Library of Summershall.”

— Margaret Rogerson