Top 70 S.T. Gibson Quotes (2024 Update)

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

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

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

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17. “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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18. “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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19. “You taught us to never feel guilty, to revel when the world demands mourning.”

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

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21. “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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22. “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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23. “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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24. “He looked like a lithe young Christ, crucified between two beautiful women with you as his cross.”

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25. “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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26. “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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27. “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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28. “Desire makes idiots of all of us. But you already knew that part, didn’t you?”

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29. “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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30. “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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31. “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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32. “How can I blame you for wanting her, my lord, when I wanted her so badly myself?”

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33. “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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34. “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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35. “What is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with want?”

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36. “I was tired of the circumference of the whole universe living in your circled arms, of the spark of life hiding in your kiss, of the power of death lying in wait in your teeth.”

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37. “I, however, took love much more seriously. Love was no girlhood game. It was an iron yoke, forged in fire and heavy to wear.”

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38. “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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39. “I am trying to tell you why I did what I did. It is the only way I can think to survive and I hope, even now, that you would be proud of my determination to persist. God. Proud. Am I sick to still think on you softly, even after all the blood and broken promises?”

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

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41. “But even a life of perfect leisure was not enough to soothe her desire for true freedom. She wanted, above all, a life unshackled to convention or even the people she loved, and so her light began to dim once again.”

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42. “You usually looked at us like we were hoards of gold, precious and rarefied. But now you looked at me the way you looked at one of your books. Like you were draining me of all useful knowledge before tossing me aside.”

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

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44. “I met your eyes. So very black, like I could fall into them and never find my way out again.”

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45. “Eventually, even your death becomes its own sort of inevitability.”

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46. “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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47. “After that whole debate with the Harkers he was sullen for months.” “Who are the Harkers?” “Before your time dear, just some dreadful Victorians.”

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

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49. “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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50. “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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