Top 90 S. Jae-Jones Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “The sort of passion she inspires in me is all flash and no heat. I need an ember, Elisabeth, not a firecracker. Something that burns longer, to keep me warm for this night and other nights to come” -Der Erlkonig.”

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52. “The last night of the year,” Constanze said. “Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride.”

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53. “Now the days of winter begin and the Goblin King rides abroad, searching for his bride.”

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54. “What did immortality do to one who was once mortal? It stretched him thin.”

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55. “I did not want to fight. I wanted to surrender, because surrender was the greater part of courage.”

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56. “My hopes and dreams, so tattered and tender, had been sheltered by secrecy for so long that I could not bear to bring them to light.”

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57. “All things on earth and beneath it passed away, but music was immortal. Even if I was dead to the world above, a part of me would live each time my music was heard” -Liesl.”

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58. “Through him I could play the music I heard in my soul. I was the violin, he was the bow.”

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59. “I was content to shape the quiet into the structures I wanted.”

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60. “This was the immortality humans were meant to have: to be remembered by those who loved us long after our bodies hac crumblen into dust.”

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61. “You always called me the gardener of your heart,” he said softly. “But you have gone and grown your flowers without me.”

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62. “All that remained of a person once they were gone was a legacy, which would linger only as long as you were loved or hated. Immortality was memory.”

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63. “It isn’t life that keeps the world turning; it is love.”

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64. “You are the monster I choose.”

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65. “What did you think the answer would be, Elisabeth? I toy with you because I can. Because it gives me great pleasure. Because I was bored.”

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66. “Someone takes me in his arms. “Hans?” I ask weakly. There is no reply. Only the sensation of long fingers running along the length of my neck, soft and gentle as spring rain. They rest against my collarbones. The caress is light, and somehow reminds me of the flute in my hand. Then I know no more.”

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67. “We were as far from each other as we could be in that moment; he on one end of forever, me on the other.”

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68. “My weakness did not pass; it grew worse the longer I was awake. I thought about calling for Twig or Thistle, to have them bring me something to eat or drink, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted to cry. I had spent tears of rage, frustration, and sorrow since becoming the Goblin King’s bride, but I hadn’t allowed myself the indulgence of a good sob. The undignified, broken-hearted, mournful wail of ugly tears. The weight of that unreleased cry pressed down upon my lungs and my heart. I.”

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69. “Well, I would appreciate it if the Lord were a little less mysterious and a little more straightforward.”

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70. “Goblins do not feel the way mortals do,” he went on. “You humans live and love so fiercely. We crave that. We need that. That fire sustains us. It sustains me.”

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71. “Trapped and tormented by your own wishes. I knew intimately how that felt; I was often strangled by the tyranny of my desires.”

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72. “It is not the wolves you need fear, but the sheep skins they wear.”

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73. “His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful.”

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74. “How I could make myself understand. The restlessness, the anxiety within me. The feeling of incompleteness and dissatisfaction, my frustration with my inability to execute my ideas on the page, either in words or in song. I could not catch my own mind, my thoughts racing past in a blur, like fingers rushing through sixteenth notes without regard to tempo.”

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75. “For all that I could not bear my own silence, I wanted the voices of the world around me to disappear. Solitude was different from loneliness, and it was solitude I was seeking.”

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76. “To love is to be selfless. Let me be selfless.”

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77. “You didn’t tell me that living was a choice, and that every day I choose to continue was another victory, another triumph.”

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78. “Your music is a bridge. Play it, and we shall always be together. Play it, and I shall always remember. You. Life. What it means to love. For your music was the first and only thing in this world that kept me human, the first and last thing I give back to you.”

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79. “I love you, Elisabeth.” I hold him tighter to me, even as my heart unravels. “By God, I love you so.”

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80. “I want away. I want escape. I want a life lived to the fullest – filled with strawberries and chocolate torte and music. And acclaim. Acceptance. I cannot find that here.”

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81. “It takes love, you see, to bring the world back to life.”

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82. “It was a pleasure to open that door and turn the lock, hearing the solid thunk and clang as the mechanism slid into place. I had done this so many times to my own heart; it was a pleasure to do it to the world.”

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83. “What would be enough? He had an answer he wanted to hear, but I withheld it. Games and more games. We would always be dancing with each other, the Goblin King and I.”

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84. “One cannot place a price on a promise.”

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85. “I was tired of waiting, tired of longing and hoping and wishing my brother would turn around and appreciate me. That Josef loved me, I had no doubt, but he, like so many others, had taken me for granted.”

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86. “Those who have known me accept that they do not guide the kite, for I fly where the winds take me. The ones who hold my string keep me safe, but free. We dance, a delicate balance that is both holding on and letting go.”

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87. “I never did understand the prospect of spending coin for pleasure, but my sister loved to shop. She ran her fingers lovingly over the fabrics on sale: silks and velvets and satins imported from England, Italy, and even the Far East. She buried her nose in bouquets of dried lavender and rosemary, and closed her eyes as she savored the tart taste of mustard on the doughy pretzel she had bought. Such sensuous enjoyment.”

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88. “I give you back your heart,” I said to the darkness. “And I wish you would give me mine.”

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89. “She thinks you are a Hungarian count.” He waved his hand. “We all have our flaws.”

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90. “Presently, I grew tired and swam back to shore, long, pulling strokes that nevertheless did not seem to take me anywhere. My arms and legs felt leaden, my injured wrist tender and sore. It felt as though I would never reach dry land, and I began to worry that I would indeed drown. But I fought this battle every, fighting upstream against the inevitable, inexorable pull of my own destructive tendencies, and if the body was exhausted, then at least the mind was willing.”

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