Top 70 S.T. Gibson Quotes (2025 Update)

1. “You liked me best when I was like an oil painting; perfectly arranged and silent.”

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2. “She looked wild as a pagan goddess and bright as an icon of Mary, sanctity and sin all shining together as one.”

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3. “She was even more beautiful like this, when she didn’t veil her emotions behind formality. Helvig would never have guessed that a girl who seemed carved from ice would melt over something as silly as a common deer.”

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4. “You could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense.”

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5. “I dove down deep into your psyche, turning over every word you gave me like a jewel. Looking for meaning, seeking out the mysteries of you. I didn’t care if I lost myself in the process. I wanted to be brought by the hand into your world and disappear into your kiss until us two could no longer be told apart.”

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6. “If you loved something too much, especially something girl-shaped, you were all but begging the whole host of nature to swoop down and pick its bones clean. Well-loved things must taste sweeter to wolves and frostbite and bears.”

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7. “Loving something doesn’t mean that you own it.”

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8. “People aren’t meant to live forever. I know that now.”

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9. “How freely he offered himself up! All the enthusiasm of youth with non of the wisdom and caution of age.”

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10. “I was tried of being your Magdalene. I was tried of waiting expectantly at your tomb every night for you to rise and bring light into my world once again.”

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11. “You can’t corrupt someone just by touching them,” Gerda said. “We corrupt ourselves, with the choices that we make, and I don’t think yours were wrong.”

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12. “Through her eyes, I was able to experience the story for the first time all over again.”

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13. “War is the whetstone that grinds down all sense, all humanity.”

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14. “We are children of the same rotten family, survivors of the same intimate war. We will always be lovers, forever bonded, across distance and time.”

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15. “There are no angels in this world to accompany the dying in their final moments, only pickpockets and carrion birds.”

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16. “Even loneliness, hollow and cold, becomes so familiar it starts to feel like a friend.”

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17. “He looked like a lithe young Christ, crucified between two beautiful women with you as his cross.”

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18. “He’s like a sickness... Being around him is like burning up with fever. I know I’m not well, but I’m too delirious to do anything.”

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19. “I never dreamed it would end like this, my lord: your blood splashing hot flecks onto my nightgown and pouring in rivulets onto our chamber floor. But creatures like us live a long time. There is no horror left in this world that can surprise me. Eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability.”

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20. “Water your mother’s flowers with their blood.”

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21. “You filled me with your loving guidance, stitched up my seams with tread in your favorite color, taught me how to walk and talk and smile in whatever way pleased you best. I was so happy to be your marionette, at first. So happy to be chosen.”

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22. “You never once thought I would have the strength to disobey you, did you? The possibility that my will was stronger than yours never even crossed your mind.”

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23. “If you can still hear me wherever you are, my love, my tormentor, hear this: It was never my intention to murder you. Not in the beginning, anyway.”

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24. “Laying with her made me feel so vibrantly alive. It was almost enough to make me forget that I was already dead.”

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25. “You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night’s fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”

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26. “This is my last love letter to you, though some would call it a confession. I suppose both are a sort of gentle violence, putting down in ink what scorches the air when spoken aloud.”

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27. “I simply broke under the weight of thousand tense nights, a thousand thoughtless, soul-stripping words.”

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28. “I saw every soft moment we had shared flicker over your face, and you were so beautiful. Desperate, vulnerable. Fear for your life made you look like a man who could really love and be loved, like you might hand over your heart and all its secrets without my having to crack your ribs open to get to them.”

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29. “I sensed pure, exquisite violence behind your kiss, a desire to rend and devour that reminded me more of a wolf than a man. Your hunger for me was always more apparent under the cover of darkness, when you didn’t have to arrange your face into any semblance of civility.”

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30. “Hear me Constanta: no one on this wretched Earth is innocent. Not you, not me, not those children.”

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31. “It was like grasping at a flame. I never penetrated to the burning heart of you, only came away with empty, scorched fingers.”

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32. “Desire makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn’t you?”

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33. “It would be easier if he hated us,” she said. “But he loves us all terribly. And if we go on letting him love us, that love is going to kill us. That’s what makes him so dangerous.”

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34. “How can I blame you for wanting her, my lord, when I wanted her so badly myself?”

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35. “Sometimes, when I walk through the city, I get a crawling feeling on the back of my neck that compels me to turn around. Sometimes, I think I see your face in the crowd, only for an instant, before you’re swept away by the masses once again.”

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36. “You could never resist a survivor. Or a mirror.”

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37. “I was slipping so fast into a heady, dark maelstrom of jealousy and want.”

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38. “You spun whole personalities out of silken promises to get close to whoever you needed to. It was one of the reasons you were able to keep us alive so long, and one of the reasons I sometimes woke with a start in the middle of the day and stared at you, wondering who I was sharing a bed with.”

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39. “You taught us to never feel guilty, to revel when the world demands mourning.”

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40. “Power, of course. To know oneself, one’s limits and abilities, is its own power. To know how one may best subdue another with similar abilities is another.”

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41. “Even if you were sunlight itself, I would still scorch myself to be close to you.”

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42. “I knew very well what she was seeing for the first time: crow-black eyes above a strong, imperious nose and a mouth shaped like a declaration of war.”

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43. “There will only be sweetness and kindheartedness, and a hundred years of bliss.”

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44. “Every kindness you had ever showed me revolted inside me, rioting up in a mutiny against my purpose. Every smile or small gesture was as sharp as a pinprick, inviting me to see the bright spots embroidered through the ugly tapestry of our marriage.”

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45. “I will render you as you really were, neither cast in pristine stained glass or unholy fire. I will make you into nothing more than a man, tender and brutal in equal measure, and perhaps in doing so I will justify myself to you. To my own haunted conscience.”

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46. “I have one final promise to make to you, one I hope I will never break. I promise to live, richly and shamelessly and with my arms wide open to the world. If there was any part left of you at the end that wished our our great happiness, that truly wanted what was best for us, I think it would be pleased to hear me say it. I do not know if I have justified my choice to you, but I think I have justified it to myself, and that has brought me peace enough.”

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47. “I would carry that viper inside me for years, letting it out intermittently to rip the wicked to pieces. But that day, I had not yet befriended the serpent within. It seemed to me a strange interloper, a frightening thing, demanding to be fed.”

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48. “I kissed you the way you had bitten me all those years ago; mercilessly, until you were panting. I pinned you between my thighs and kissed you like I was trying to get back at you for something, like I would never kiss you again. I fit all the love and hate my soul had endured for so many years into that kiss.”

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49. “I didn’t know where we were going, but I knew we had the whole world ahead of us and certain death behind us. There was nowhere to go but forward.”

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50. “This felt cosmic, like a piece of me was being excised so it could take up residence in you.”

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