Top 70 S.T. Gibson Quotes (2026 Update)

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

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3. “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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4. “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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5. “You could have kissed me or slit my throat and either would have made as much sense.”

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6. “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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7. “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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8. “Loving something doesn’t mean that you own it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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. “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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23. “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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24. “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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25. “Even if you were sunlight itself, I would still scorch myself to be close to you.”

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

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

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30. “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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31. “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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32. “How can I blame you for wanting her, my lord, when I wanted her so badly myself?”

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

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34. “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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35. “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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36. “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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37. “Hear me Constanta: no one on this wretched Earth is innocent. Not you, not me, not those children.”

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38. “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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39. “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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40. “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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41. “You taught us to never feel guilty, to revel when the world demands mourning.”

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42. “Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren’t looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.”

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43. “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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44. “I was tired of carrying around the weight of a love like worship, of sickly-warm rush of idolatry coloring my whole world.”

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

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46. “At the time, I would have called it proof of your love, burning and all-consuming. But I’ve grow to understand that you have more of the scientist obsessed than the love possessed in you, and that your examinations lend themselves more towards a scrutiny of weakness, imperfection, any detail in need of your corrective care.”

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

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48. “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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49. “I lost myself so entirely in charting the contours of my love for you that there wasn’t any room for tracking time. There wasn’t any room to examine the past or the future, there was only the eternal now.”

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50. “I was no woman; I was merely a supplicant, a pilgrim who had stumbled across your dark altar and was doomed to worship at it for ever. I don’t know what I had been thinking, supposing I was strong enough to leave.”

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