Severin Darcantel > Severin's Quotes

“They had no things. But they had their minds.
The old ways, the harvest songs, the just-right mix of herbs etched in their memories.

They had their bodies. Histories and bloodlines and drums pulsing in their veins.”
― Nikole Hannah-Jones, The 1619 Project: Born on the Water

“But as you heal and grow, something beautiful and layered and solid and lasting is formed.”
― Dusti Bowling, The Canyon's Edge

“Which do you think is more patient, an idea or a hope?”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“And she laughed, and said she understood, and then off she drifted in that nice way she has. Responsive to the light, I would call it. The type of person who is that little bit more akin to the weather than most people, more obviously made of the same atoms as the earth than most people these days seem to be. Which explains Lanny.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“We are but pitiful narrative creatures... obsessing over the agony of not knowing. Sisyphus, Atlas, Echo, all those poor souls, now us. It is the oldest story of them all; never-ending pain.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“Crouched across from her, Toothwort has darkened, his foliate head has ripened into moulde, fungus and brown ripples,sweaty, heavy with rot and enzymes. He smells like natural truth, like sex and death.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Funny thing, your brain,
how it always functions on one
level or another. How, even stuck in
some sort of subconcious limbo, it works
your lungs, your muscle twitches, your heart,
in fact, in symphony with your heart, allowing it
to feel love. Pain. Jealousy. Guilt. I wonder if it’s the
same for people, lost in comas. Is there really such a thing”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“The monster likes to talk; he jumps into your head and opens your mouth, making it spout your deepest darkest deceptions. Making you say all the things you'd rather not say, at least not in mixed company." (Ellen Hopkins)”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“We kissed for about
the thousandth time,
No promises,
no demands,
Just solid rebuilding
of shattered trust.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Alone, there is only the person inside. I've grown to like her better than the stuck-up husk of me. Alone, there is no perfect daughter, no gifted high school junior, no Kristina Georgia Snow. There is only Bree." (Ellen Hopkins)”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“So you want to know all about me. Who
I am.
What chance meeting of brush and canvas painted
the face
you see? What made me despise the girl
in the mirror
enough to transform her,turn her to into a stranger,
only not.
So you want to hear the whole story. Why
I swerved
off the high road,
hard left to nowhere,
recklessly
indifferent to those coughing my dust,
picked up speed
no limits,no top end,
just a high velocity rush
to madness.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Hers is the face I wear, treading the riptide, fathomless oceans where good girls drown.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“Memory is a tenuous thing. . . .

flickering glimpses, blue
and white, like ancient,
decomposing 16mm film.
Happiness escapes
me there, where faces
are vague and yesterday
seems to come tied
up in ribbons of pain.

Happiness? I look for it intead
in today, where memory
is something I can still
touch, still rely on.
I find it in the smiles
of new friends, the hope
blossoming inside.

My happiest memories
have no place in the
past; they are those
I have yet to create.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

“The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

“And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

“Freedom is a double-edged ideal, because true freedom comes without the protection of laws that also enslave us by defining us--female, male; Christian, Islamic; good, evil. All at the whim of a frail minority.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse

“I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.”
― Elizabeth Scott, Living Dead Girl

“Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Burned

“Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth from space, and country lanes are showing these unexpected subtle risings that find expression in the empty trees.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke