Jacqueline Carey
Jacqueline Carey
Jacqueline A. Carey is an American writer, primarily of fantasy fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
variation patterns endless
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
home maps way
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
heart drunk mad
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.
memories heart needs
Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.
suffering limits observation
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
ifs
If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
sad grief sorrow
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
pain loss blessing
I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.
pain heart flesh
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
lust desire prolonging
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
philosophy
All knowledge is worth having
loyalty stars pride
We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.
hurt pain broken
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
awkward sorrow arms
There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.