Lakshya > Lakshya's Quotes

“I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.”
― Edith Sitwell

“Isn’t every human being both a scientist and an artist; and in writing of human experience, isn’t there a good deal to be said for recognizing that fact and for using both methods?”
― James Agee, Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

“Just a tiny little pain,
Three days of heavy rain,
Three days of sunlight,
Everything will be alright,
Just a tiny little pain.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“My child, I know you're not a child
But I still see you running wild
Between those flowering trees.
Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh
Your wishes to the stars above
Are just my memories.

And in your eyes the ocean
And in your eyes the sea
The waters frozen over
With your longing to be free.

Yesterday you'd awoken
To a world incredibly old.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

You had to kill this child, I know.
To break the arrows and the bow
To shed your skin and change.
The trees are flowering no more
There's blood upon the tiles floor
This place is dark and strange.

I see you standing in the storm
Holding the curse of youth
Each of you with your story
Each of you with your truth.

Some words will never be spoken
Some stories will never be told.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

I didn't say the world was good.
I hoped by now you understood
Why I could never lie.
I didn't promise you a thing.
Don't ask my wintervoice for spring
Just spread your wings and fly.

Though in the hidden garden
Down by the green green lane
The plant of love grows next to
The tree of hate and pain.

So take my tears as a token.
They'll keep you warm in the cold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.

You've lived too long among us
To leave without a trace
You've lived too short to understand
A thing about this place.

Some of you just sit there smoking
And some are already sold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
This is the age you are broken or turned into gold.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Go away princess. Leave your outlaw alone. You won't change him... go away, Anna, far away, and don't ever come back. The fairy tale doesn't have a happy ending.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“It was a disaster … It was the most wonderful thing in the world.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“If we lose each other, we’ll meet where it’s spring.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Next to that dragon Micha had wirtten: 'KIS EacH OthER'.
Abel looked at Anna. Anna looked at Abel.
'She is the little queen,' said Abel, 'in our fairy tale, at least.'
'One must obey the queen,' said Anna.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Everybody knew everything now. Or did everybody know nothing? Nobody knew anything... Nobody could know everything.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“But what does he want my heart for?" the little queen asked.
"He just wants to own it," replied the sea lion. "That is enough. He wants to look on its beauty and know that his hands alone can touch it.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“And the snow that fell onto the roof in winter... it fell softly... softly... and it covered the house, the armchair, the books, the children's voices. It covered Anna and Abel, covered their parallel world, and everything was finally, very, very quiet.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“That was how she saw the storyteller for the last time - in an absolutely silent world, in a staircase. He'd hit his target.
When she fell into darkness, she knew that she would never see him again.
She'd love him to the very end.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“I am not staying with the murderer," she said, her words muffled by his jacket. "I am not staying with the victim Abel Tannatek or the culprit Abel Tannatek. I am staying with the storyteller.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“There was the place where all the shouted words fall into the water. They’re too weak to make it from shore to shore. I saw the words underwater, millions of them; they’re lying there on the bottom of the sea, a whole load of wrecked sentences, sentences that never reached their destination, questions from one side and answers from the other…”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Nothing was perfect, but everything was all right. The light was never just blue.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“He looked at the gun. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of course I am," Anna said. "Of course I'm afraid. But that doesn't help."
He shook his head. "No," he said, "it doesn't help to be afraid. Bad things happen anyway. You're right.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Possibly, she thought, the pool of answers was limited. There are fewer answers in the world than questions, and if you ask me now why that is so, I must tell you that there is no answer to that question.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Abel put his hands on her shoulders. "You're cold. You're shivering."
She nodded. "It's not important..."
"Sure it is," and then, in a very low voice, with a private kind of smile, he said, "Rose girl, I told you the branches would wither and you would freeze. You wanted to stay on board..."
Anna nodded. "I'm staying.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Anna watched as Abel walked across the empty schoolyard, she wondered whether there was a limit to desolation or whether it grew endlessly, infinitely. Desolation with a hundred faces and more, desolation of a hundred different kinds and more, like the color blue.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.
The storyteller didn't exist anymore.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all the curious looks.
And the world under the blanket was - surprisingly, wonderfully - absolutely, quiet.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.”
― Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller

“Sometimes I can’t tell the difference anymore, between beauty and desolation. Isn’t that weird? Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.”
― Antonia Michaelis

“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.”
― Tennessee Williams, Conversations With Tennessee Williams

“To girls with broken hearts and vengeful souls. Go forth and raise hell.”
― A.R. Torre, If You Dare

“I cannot be rescued; there is no Happily Ever After because, at the end of all this. Cinderella isn’t allowed to kill the prince.”
― Alessandra Torre, If You Dare

“I am content, in these four walls, without normality. Money? Yes. Miserable? At times. But that is what being content is. Comfortable enough with the situation not to prompt change.”
― A.R. Torre

“Star light. Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, wish I might. Not kill those whom my heart holds tight.”
― A.R. Torre, Do Not Disturb