Hilke > Hilke's Quotes

“Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return.

And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.”
― Diana Gabaldon, A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“Are you going to run away?” I frown. “What?” “You usually run away from me. Are you going to?” He’s right. He’s also rude. “You usually lose your king to me. Are you going to?”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“He is offensively, uniquely, devastatingly handsome.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“God bless libraries.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“I’d rather drink a can of Axe body spray while feral raccoons feast on my exposed bone marrow than sit across from this twat.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Check & Mate

“My life and my secrets”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“My life and my secrets.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Kreacher knew it," he mutters. "Dopey bat and mopey wolf.”
― elph13

“Harrison bites his lip and for a fleeting moment, looks truly fifteen. Severus has a sudden urge to drag the boy out of the room, to take him straight back to Spinners End, to Lupin and his gentle eyes and command the damned elf to make a fucking treacle tart. He wonders, briefly, if this is what parenting feels like.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Am I ... am I bleeding on the rug? He'll be so pissed with me."

"I am not."

Harry is surprised by the sudden, rushing relief he feels when he hears that familiar, drawling, deadly soft voice. Thank fucking Christ for that. Light footsteps, then a dark, frowning face, glowering down over him.

"Not dead," Harry croaks.

"I do not enjoy this as a theme," Snape snarls.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Regulus was like me, Mags, he couldn't love anyone ..."
Severus resists the urge to walk back down and tell Black how fucking wrong he is.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Is there comfort in knowing that even the most powerful could be slain by an accident? I think there could be," Magnus muses, patting Harry's shoulder. "None could slay Achilles and then, one stray arrow found him."

"What, so you think Tom might just, what? Get a microwave dropped on his head one day?”
― elph13

“Fucking Venice, Harry thinks bleakly. Losing two godfathers for the price of one.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“He catches Lupin's gaze, his eyes snagging on it. Amber fire.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“This is how the world ends..." Lupin whispers.

"Not with a bang but with a Weasley," Severus snorts, unable to stop himself.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Do not be a bloody fool, it doesn't suit you," Severus sneers.

"That might be the best compliment you've ever given me,”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Severus stares at Black. This is the man who has fucked not only Shacklebolt but Magnus Bane and yet he maintains a claim on Lupin? Severus tries to deny the flicker of resentment, of possessiveness when he thinks about the soft growl in Lupin's throat when their lips met, of the roughness of his hands forced into Severus' hair. This helps nothing.”
― elph13

“I care not," Severus says. Black's healing process interests him not a whit and he glares at the man. "I do not care for your childish obsession that you have somehow been wronged by me either, but you will not speak to my child like any of this is his fault!”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“dully. To know I could have it now, to be complete with it, if only I had let Sirius die.
"Harrison!"
Harry opens his eyes to see Snape and Magnus staring down at him. Snape's face is a picture of furious concern and Harry rolls his eyes.
"Not dead," he sighs.
"Jesus fucking Merlin," Snape mutters under his breath.
"Language," Harry snorts and Snape reaches down, very slowly, to press his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse. It's a measure of how stressed the potions master is that he doesn't rise to the bait and just stares at Harry's throat as if counting the pulse visually. Harry rolls his eyes.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Snape's face is a picture of furious concern and Harry rolls his eyes.
"Not dead," he sighs.
"Jesus fucking Merlin," Snape mutters under his breath.
"Language," Harry snorts and Snape reaches down, very slowly, to press his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse. It's a measure of how stressed the potions master is that he doesn't rise to the bait and just stares at Harry's throat as if counting the pulse visually. Harry rolls his eyes.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Harry stares at the circle. He can't help but hear the song of it, the remnants of it. Broken, discordant, unsatisfied. Jesus fucking hell. If Harry wasn't sure that Sirius was capable of this kind of utter bullshit all on his own, Harry might think all of this was Voldemort. First the obscurus, then the Black magic, and now this. Why does everything want Sirius dead?”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“You will never shun us again, a voice speaks, a clearer, darker baritone. Harry feels a chill. The voice of the first Black, the Black Prince as Sirius calls him, echoes in Harry's mind. You shall bear our mantle all of your eternal life. You shall take it upon your shoulders when it passes to you. You shall give us your heart and your mind as no Lord has done since we were made. We shall be your ravens and you shall bear us forth as of old.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Are we going or what?" Harrison demands. Severus can see the tension in the boy's jaw, small signs of agitation that seem to be hidden from the others by a mask of general bored, insolence. How many times in the past did I think him arrogant and he was really distressed?”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Sirius wants to come with me," he says dully. "I don't know how to say no."

Never were truer words spoken.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Hush, farzandam,”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“You are … suitable," Albus looks as if he never thought he would be saying such words about Magnus Bane. "If the magic will permit it."
"There is not a Black house on earth that has ever been warded against me," Magnus smiles.
"Of course not," Narcissa rolls her blue eyes.
"Why would there be when you sneak your way into all of them anyway?" Andromeda mutters, glaring at the man who, it seems, all the daughters of the House of Black find insufferable. For the first time, Severus feels an unexpected wave of affinity with Andromeda Black-Tonks.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Lupin's eyes widen in the middle of his recitation which he is pulling out of some far corner of knowledge that Severus cannot fathom.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“You have to leave, " Severus repeats, trying to push the wolf away and only meeting firm shoulder muscles littered with scars. Lupin has lost a cardigan. And a shirt. Severus does not remember removing them but he is currently holding the sleeve of a ripped shirt which he drops, dazedly, lowering his lips to brush against a large, puckered wound across his bicep. Terrible idea. Best fucking idea I have ever had.

"Then tell me to," Lupin has a fist full of Severus' hair and yanks his face up. Lupin's pupils are blown wide, dark moons with a ring of amber. There is no regret there. And tomorrow he shall be gone.

"I will." Severus pushes the half naked wolf away and brushes past him, grabbing his wrist at the last minute to pull him along to the bedroom. Lupin's thin torso is robed in wounds and marks like an ancient tree with names carved into the bark. Cartography of scars. I shall map every single fucking one. "Later.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Enough, " Severus clenches his fists, desperately holding every curse inside him, trembling from head to foot. "I loved him, I protected him, I sheltered him, I took the Mark to keep him safe, I would have married him had he lived and when he died I perished so do not ," Severus hisses, perilously low, breath coming in heaving gasps. He hates this man, this man who survived when Regulus did not. The wrong Black brother. "Do not speak to me about your brother.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Kreacher wants all the curly wurly's," Kreacher snaps.

"Yeah, yeah, well when I've taken over the world and become the new dark lord they're all pissing themselves about, I'll arrange that for you," Harry snorts.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince