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“We choose which stories to tell our daughters,” I said, looking down at the cup in my hands, “but not which ones they’ll believe.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“Some dreams are terrifying, but those are likely to fade with time. It is the sweetest dreams that stay with us, that make us long for things that perhaps we can never really achieve. For places we can never go, and for people—people we love that are now gone.” I shivered because it was true, because there were dreams I had cried over, dreams that had inevitably met their ends even though I wasn’t finished with them. Dreams like a tooth being torn from my gums, a raw, empty spot that I poked with my tongue, sore to the touch. Dreams I had wanted to turn inside out so that they were real and my reality only a dream.”
― Nocturne
― Nocturne
“She was a spill of sunshine in the shape of a girl”
― The Waking Forest
― The Waking Forest
“big things, they say, must not forget they were once little things too.”
― The Waking Forest
― The Waking Forest
“because ugliness doesn’t need light to exist.”
― The Waking Forest
― The Waking Forest
“I am not little,' I say to them.
To us, they say, you are.
But little things, they say, grow into big things.
And big things, they say, must not forget they were once little things, too.”
― The Waking Forest
To us, they say, you are.
But little things, they say, grow into big things.
And big things, they say, must not forget they were once little things, too.”
― The Waking Forest
“Beauty is poison to monsters,”
― The Waking Forest
― The Waking Forest
“I am both magical and mundane, and I too will go on until the end and the end isn’t now.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“It is a depraved and immoral thing, they said, to reject what your body was made for. What you were made for, the only thing. A monster, they called me. So a monster I became.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“Why did we have so many words for things that weren’t there but still scared us anyway? The”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“childless woman is a thing that arouses suspicion and distrust.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“Together. My favorite word of all.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“Pretend-brave was still brave as long as you did the thing you were trying to be brave enough to do.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“Not all true things stay true forever, sweet. Remember that.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“His mouth mattered more than any other part of him. The rest I could live without ever knowing – but his smile, his smile.
Was it cruel, or was it kind?”
― Nocturne
Was it cruel, or was it kind?”
― Nocturne
“You think killing makes you a hero, but really it makes you a killer, nothing more.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“If you go there now, the blood will spill from your body; your heart will burn to ash. It will be worse than death—you will disappear. Is that what a song is worth?”
― Nocturne
― Nocturne
“I did not know what a monster was. Or what made a monster different from a hero if both wanted to kill the other. Perhaps it had to do with intention?”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“But Hope was terrible too,” Mother said, “because it made you believe that you could have things you could never have. Or be someone you could never be. And when a Hope failed to come true, it was worse than if you’d never had hoped at all.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“How sad, I’d said, to be a monster in a world with a hero lurking in every shadow.”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“hadn’t believed this particular monster was real, but I suppose every monster is real for someone, somewhere. Why would we bother to tell fairy tales if no part of them was to be believed at all?”
― We Shall Be Monsters
― We Shall Be Monsters
“He is as handsome as a handful of snow melting in your hands, cold and shimmering, and as tall as a dream that goes on and on until morning. As old as laughter and as young as breath.”
― Nocturne
― Nocturne




