Katelyn Saul > Katelyn's Quotes

“What cannot be said will be wept.”
― Sappho

“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.”
― Sappho, Sappho: A New Translation of the Complete Works

“In the crooks of your body, I find my religon.”
― Sappho

“What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.”
― Sappho

“There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.”
― Sappho

“May I write words more naked than flesh,
stronger than bone, more resilient than
sinew, sensitive than nerve.”
― Sappho

“their heart grew cold
they let their wings down”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.”
― Sappho

“you came and I was crazy for you
and you cooled my mind that burned with longing”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.”
― Sappho

“Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.”
― Sappho, Sweetbitter Love: Poems of Sappho

“Stand and face me, my love,
and scatter the grace in your eyes.
”
― Sappho, Sweetbitter Love: Poems of Sappho

“you burn me”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.”
― Sappho

“I declare
That later on,
Even in an age unlike our own,
Someone will remember who we are.”
― Sappho, Stung with Love: Poems and Fragments

“Love shook my heart
Like the wind on the mountain
rushing over the oak trees.”
― Sappho

“She called it abuse, but I didn't feel like a victim. I felt like a disaster.”
― Katelyn Saul , How Roses Grow Thorns

“If you buried a girl, a woman would haunt you.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Suddenly, aging felt like dying, as I realized that once my youth vanished, so would my value. I thought that perhaps girls like me weren't meant to live long enough to face that reality.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Perhaps it was possible to tame a fire, but nothing in this world could tame a man.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“His touch lingered upon my skin like words carved into stone. I would later slice myself in half just to make my body mine again.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“A rose without thorns may be eaten by predators, but a rose with too many thorns will destroy itself before it even has the chance to grow.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Being compared to other girls in that way didn’t make me feel “mature” or “special,” as he had likely intended it to. It made me feel like a demon disguised as a child. I listened as he claimed that I was the only young girl he had ever wanted to ruin, and at once, I thought it was my fault for existing in front of him; like something about me made him a monster. The words “You’re different” didn’t sound like a compliment at all. It sounded like other girls deserved to be protected, and I didn’t.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Each syllable escaped his tongue like a dagger aimed at my skin; carving a story into my flesh and hoping that the truth would bleed out of me before I found the courage to tell it.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Maybe for some people, sharing their story was a way of getting their abuser’s name out of their lungs; expelling it from their system entirely. For me, sharing my story would feel like carving his crimes into my skin and letting the world watch me bleed. I couldn’t bear the thought of people knowing me by my past, rather than my name.”
― Katelyn Saul , How Roses Grow Thorns

“Suddenly, I was seventeen again, and I was falling apart right before him, just as I had done so shamelessly back then. Meanwhile, he was watching me break down in front of him, utterly horrified; like he had forgotten that killing someone meant he would have to watch them die.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“I want to know that there was nothing I could have done to stop you from hurting me. All I did was exist.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Moving on felt like burying my past self all over again and swearing to never visit her grave, even if she just wanted flowers. I couldn't bring myself to abandon her entirely.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns

“Neither of my parents had even noticed that I was not home, nor did they bother to question my daily activities at all. How strange it was that I used to be grateful for that sort of thing.”
― Katelyn Saul, How Roses Grow Thorns