Top 9 Quotes by Cecilia Dart-Thornton

If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am the bee; If you are the fruit, then I am the core; If you are the rock,

If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert, I am the sea; If you are the blossom, I am the bee; If you are the fruit, then I am the core; If you are the rock, then I am the ore; If you are the ballad, I am the word; If you are the sheath, then I am the sword.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Rain, Lakes, Rocks

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “The Lady of the Sorrows”, p.285, Pan Macmillan

I want you and it will be so, While I have life.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Want, I Want You

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “The Battle of Evernight”, p.621, Pan Macmillan

Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Horse, Sea, Long

We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of the road. We give, while comprehending that in the end 'twill all be taken away. we are nothing less then heroes.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Lying, Taken, Hero

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “The Well of Tears”, p.346, Pan Macmillan

she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Passion, Self, Discipline

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2007). “The Well of Tears: Book Two of The Crowthistle Chronicles”, p.521, Tor Books

Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Oddities, Sky, Feet

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “Ill-Made Mute”, p.1, Pan Macmillan

The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned with how content one is with what one possesses.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Differences, Expectations, Outcomes

Cecilia Dart-Thornton (2011). “The Lady of the Sorrows”, p.13, Pan Macmillan

True friendship is worth more than can be measured, a quality forever to be treasured. True friends will staunchly stand beside each other, as loyally brother shieldeth brother, remaining firm in spite of war and strife, in poverty or sickness, throughout life. True friendship doth endure while comrades age from boy to youth, from warrior to sage.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Brother, True Friend, War