Rachel Burge > Quotes

“You write the story of you every day with your thoughts, words and deeds. You create yourself. You get to decide your story. No one else. You.”
― Rachel Burge, The Twisted Tree

“No one can tell the story of you, but you. Some people are gifted with a gilded tongue. They will tell you who you are with such conviction that you may actually believe them, but this is a reflection, not the truth, for the story of you is not yet written.”

She leans back. “You will find these voices in your head also. You will tell yourself how you are a poor victim. Pay no heed and instead look to your soul, for that is where you originate. You write the story of you every day with your thoughts, words and deeds. You create yourself. You get to decide your story. No one else. You.”
― Rachel Burge, The Twisted Tree

“That’s the good thing about animals: they love you for who you are, not how you look.”
― Rachel Burge, The Twisted Tree

“Pain like that stays with you; it seeps out of your pores and into the fibres of your clothes, and nothing can remove the stain of a soul.”
― Rachel Burge, The Twisted Tree

“Stig was right when he said, I know you want things to be black and white but sometimes they’re not. People are complicated, and so are the gods.”
― Rachel Burge, The Crooked Mask

“How does he do that - just seem to belong wherever he goes? He's so relaxed in himself that he takes up all the space around him, while mine shrinks.”
― Rachel Burge, The Crooked Mask

“A person who has a poor start in life can still weave a good tapestry, if they make the right choices.”
― Rachel Burge, The Twisted Tree

“That's the thing about the circus: people are excited by the prospect of danger - the thought that the trapeze artist will lose their grip; the knife find its fleshy target.”
― Rachel Burge, The Crooked Mask

“I can't explain it, but it feels like I'm looking at a creature from another world and not a man in a costume, as if the performer and the mask are one, or the mask is wearing the person instead of the other way around.”
― Rachel Burge, The Crooked Mask

“Foul unspeakable things washed up on the shore between sleep and waking, as if a trawler net has dragged through my worst fears and left them raw and bleeding for the gulls to pick.”
― Rachel Burge, The Crooked Mask