J.M. Miro > Quotes

“Difference, children, is not monstrous. It is nature at work.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“All her life she’d known men like this man, men who knew what they knew with such satisfied certainty, who would rather look at a pretty thing and be admired by it than hear it speak,”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Every light creates a shadow. You can not have one without the other.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“If you live long enough, you cease to be human, you cease to understand anything that fills the human heart. For the heart is made of time, and consumed by time, by the knowledge of its own eventual death, and Berghast could not die.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Sometimes it was like living wasn’t anything more than just surviving. And surviving? That was just a matter of how much you could stand to lose, before you weren’t you anymore.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“Who we are acquires its shape through the choices we make, and go on making. Do you see? There is no right course. We just do what we can. And after a while the choices we make are all in conversation with the ones we’ve made before.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“Home isn’t a place you go to. It’s something you carry with you.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“because where else and why not.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Scotland, she thought grimly. You’re in fucking Scotland,”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“The boy felt almost like a different person, someone he wished he could find, and talk to, tell him: It's not okay, but it'll get better.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“It ain’t suitable for a lady’s sensibilities, now,” he warned, looking at Mrs. Harrogate. “She’ll be all right,” said Alice dryly. “She’s the least sensible lady I ever met.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Thing is,” he murmured, “you waste all this time dreaming of where you came from, cause you know no one comes from nothing. And you tell yourself, if you only knew, then maybe you could see a reason for how you got to be the way you are. Why your life looks like it does. But there isn’t any reason, not really.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Sometimes you don’t get to know for sure,” he said gently. “Sometimes you just got to trust what’s in your heart. You taught me that yourself, long ago.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“You’ve grown cruel,” he said quietly. “I’ve learned to save my kindness for those who deserve it,” she replied.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“Who we are acquires its shape through the choices we make, and go on making. Do you see? There is no right course. We just do what we can. And after a while the choices we make are all in conversation with the ones we’ve made before. It took me a long time to see this. I’m making a choice now, here.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“Are we not all we can imagine?”
― J. M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“catamite,”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“linocut”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Charlie glanced up the street, at the spectres swirling past. They were so beautiful. But something about it didn’t feel right; he didn’t like how easy it was to get lost in them.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Her name’s not recorded here. Women’s names never are.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“they didn’t get to choose their lives, and all that happened was chance or fate, with no way of knowing the difference between.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Alice thought it over. “How will I know him? If I see him?” “You’ll know him. He’ll be the one what scares you.” “I don’t scare.” Coulton sighed. “You do. You just don’t know it yet.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“What governs a life, if not chance?”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Just because you cannot see it, daughter – her mother would whisper angrily – does not mean it is not there. Well, she’d seen it now. And she believed.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“clerestory”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“Sometimes the bastards just plain deserve it,” she said fiercely.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“We can only do our best, child,” Miss Davenshaw murmured into her ear. “Our best, and no more.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“In that moment what she had been and what she would become stretched out before her and behind her in a single long continuous line.”
― J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters

“What … what are you?” she whispered. Oh, child. Are we not all we can imagine?”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust

“Their coming was like the winds of death.”
― J.M. Miro, Bringer of Dust