Heroine Quotes

“When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Ain't She Sweet?

“If I told you that I’m trying to save the world, would you believe me?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy, would have supposed her born to be a heroine... But from fifteen to seventeen she was in training for a heroine...”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“You will never be a hero. You were never meant to be a hero."
Hero. that one word made Aru lift her chin. It made her think of Mini and Boo, her mom, and all the incredible things she herself had done in just nine days. Breaking the lamp hadn't been heroic... but everything else? Fighting for people she cared about and doing everything it took to fix her mistake? That was heroism.
Vajra became a spear in her hand.
"I already am. And it's heroine.”
― Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the End of Time

“Don't you agree? Swordplay is a dance of sorts, an understanding of the logical, most sophisticated next step. Except that in a fight, one must take the unexpected step. In dance it is all about taking the right, expected step.”
― Lisa Tawn Bergren, Waterfall

“The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.”
― Roman Payne

“And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine's portion - to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night's rest in the course of the next three months.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.”
― Anna Godbersen, Envy

“It does not take a great supernatural heroine or magical hero to save the world.

We all save it every day, and we all destroy it -- in our own small ways -- by every choice we make and every tiniest action resulting from that choice.

The next time you feel useless and impotent, remember what you are in fact doing in this very moment. And then observe your tiny, seemingly meaningless acts and choices coalesce and cascade together into a powerful positive whole.

The world -- if it could -- will thank you for it.

And if it does not... well, a true heroine or hero does not require it.”
― Vera Nazarian

“Rose asked me why I was not more surprised by your feat. He does not understand you as I do, Em, but as you seem to consider him a friend now, I told him the truth: in order to be surprised, I could not have known already that you are capable of anything.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The former burlesque queen waited for the man who’d make her his true queen.”
― Carol Strickland, The Eagle and the Swan

“Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!”
― Gabrielle Dubois

“The magnificent thing about her [Amelia Earhart] is, in the eyes of the world, she simply never died. Her fear never witnessed, her failure never recorded, her shiny twin-engine Electra never recovered. Earhart's legacy of inspiration is amplified because her adventure is perpetual. We don't think of her as dead; we think of her as missing. She is forever flying, somewhere beyond Lae, over that limitless blue horizon.”
― Josh Gates, Destination Truth: Memoirs of a Monster Hunter

“People who love do the impossible all the time.”
― Germaine Shames, You, Fascinating You

“Make them do as you want them to," she said.
"I can’t," mourned Anne. "Averil is such an unmanageable heroine. She will do and say things I never meant her to. Then that spoils everything that went before and I have to write it all over again.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery

“That was how the heroine of a book would play it and Diana was still writing her own story the best heroines she'd always believed took their fate into their own hands.”
― Anna Godbersen, Envy

“The thought of talking about it made Pueblo's gut ache, but then he thought of everything that Amy had been through – not that she'd told him her version yet. She had balls of steel, he thought with a smile. And what did he have? Three pairs of loin cloths going crisp on the radiator.”
― Dianna Hardy, The Sands Of Time

“The Coward will run away from danger, only to strike in the dark. The Heroine will run through the dark, even though she knows the coward is waiting to strike.”
― David A. Cleinman

“Valley of the Damned (The 'Halla, Vol. # 1)

No force can oppose Love in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love.

—Valkyrie Kari, Chapter Sixteen”
― douglas laurent

“No, Emily--- it was you I worried about. From the first rumors I heard of you, of your cleverness, your high regard for my silly son, I knew you were the real threat. Mortals always are, aren't they? If you read the stories. The arrogant faerie prince who can make gold from straw is always undone by the humble miller's daughter, not some powerful rival of his own stature."
My stomach grew queasy. I had never felt so out of my depth when conversing with one of the Folk, not even the snow king of Ljosland. Wendell had been right, but it was no comfort to know that his stepmother had been afraid of me. I am used to being underestimated by the Folk--- nothing could be more dangerous than the opposite.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“At that moment, Bobbie Faye felt an unbridled hatred for every movie heroine who'd ever raced away from he villain in Jimmy Choo shoes, looking perfectly coiffed and ready for an afternoon tea. That was just wrong. When the pain finally got to her, she tossed pride way the hell away and pressed her free arm across her chest to hold her boobs a little steadier. Unfortunately, that shortened her reach and she was unable to block briars and limbs and vines at face-level. Unwilling to admit defeat, Bobbie Faye held her forearm across her breasts while twisting her wrist so that her hand flapped in front of her to help with deflecting the underbrush, all while holding her hair with the other hand. She hadn't quite perfected the coordination of running to flapping when Trevor glanced over his shoulder. As he turned away, she distinctly heard something that sounded a little too much like 'spastic, hobbled penguin.”
― Toni McGee Causey, Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day

“Sitting in the brightly lit library, surrounded by books, in total silence, that was ma personal zenith.”
― Irvine Welsh, Skagboys

“When the hero is ready, the mentor appears.”
― Will Craig, Living the Hero's Journey

“"Lost is kingdom with many paths, but they all end at the same place. Do you know where?"
I bit back a sigh, because now that the novelty was wearing off, the stranger was beginning to grate on me. "I imagine you mean Faerie. The kingdom of the lost, it is called in some of the oldest tales. Rather poetic, isn't it? But most likely it simply refers to the habit the Folk have of leading careless mortals astray."
He blinked at me, this strange apparition of a man, and for a moment he looked almost sane.
"You just might do it," he murmured after a pause. "A silly child with her hair all in tangles.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“How on earth will you sneak in?"
"I will not sneak. I will simply walk."
The collar of my cloak had begun to itch against my neck like sandpaper. I ignored it.
Ariadne looked as if she thought she'd misheard me. "What?"
"I've done it before," I said. "Once at a goblin court in Shetland. Last year I walked into a winter fair in Ljosland and made off with two captives. You cannot hope to evade the notice of the courtly fae in their realm; the only option is deception. Pretense."
"And--- who will you pretend to be?" Ariadne said slowly.
"Someone who will not surprise the Folk," I replied. "Myself.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I had a weapon with me, but--- I lost it."
For the briefest of moments, she looked confused. I cannot say for certain--- my memory of these moments is poor, and also, I have never been skilled at reading others. But I am, of course, an expert in the ways of the Folk. And whatever else she might be, the woman before me was inarguably Folk.
"What was it?" she said.
"A horn," I replied. "The horn of a faun."
She did not move, though something in her face relaxed. "That would have been a fearsome weapon indeed, for one brave enough to wield it. Pity."
I nodded. "Fortunately, I had made a little powder from the tip, which I had in my pocket before you came in."
It was not my imagination--- the queen was visibly tired, exhausted even. It had come on quickly. She seemed to make an effort to focus on me.
And then I saw the moment she understood.
Her hand clenched around the fine tablecloth. "You---"
"Yes," I said. "I put it in the wine. At least, I'm fairly certain I did--- you'll have to excuse me, but Faerie does not agree with my memory. Of course, I did not know you would come here to taunt me--- but I thought it a possibility. I suppose you were right: the capacity for forethought is an advantage we mortals have over the Folk.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“No one can craft gold.”
Farren looks at me, really looks at me with a fierceness in her eyes I’ve never seen before. She refocuses on the egg. With the Feyling lights, a golden hue splashes against her face. Determination has set into each of her features.
The truth settles into place. Stopping Bex as if it were easy. Nity trusting me to access her nest only after Farren hugged me. It all points to one truth I had not yet considered but feels inevitable. “No one can craft gold. No one except you,” I whisper.
She jerks at the statement, a wash of surprise. As she pushes her glasses up her nose, she sighs. “Finally figured it out, did you?”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“The metal yields to my control easier than ever before, and I know it has to do with Nity, her trust. A true dragon bond sliding into place. She’s allowing me full access to her power. Gold wraps around my forearms and works its way upward into shiny sleeves and a shelled corset around my torso. I might be wearing the first golden armor in centuries, and it feels… right.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“You think she’s your friend? She doesn’t care whether you live or die.”
Suddenly, Nity jerks sideways, and it surprises him enough to roll off of me. I suck in my first full breath in minutes. She… listened to me. Saved me.
I climb clumsily to my knees, hand pressed to my knife wound gushing blood. I don't dare pull it out though. “You want gold so badly?” I craft gold off my forearm and throw the rich yellow metal at him. “Take it.”
The gold connects to the scaler’s chest. The blow doesn’t kill him, but the hit knocks him to Nity’s left side, teetering on the edge.
“No,” he shouts. Hands scramble to detach the golden mound of metal on his torso. He thinks I mean to craft against him, that I mean to stab him like he stabbed me.
“Nity will never be yours. How can she, when she listens to me?”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“Humans or dragons? Which would dominate over the other? It’s an age-old question our forefathers debated and why crafting began. But it’s never been one or the other. We were meant to work together.
“No. No,” Dr. Burke cries, buckled to the ground where I don’t let up my crafting. I’m stronger than him. As long as I focus, I can keep him there forever.
As I walk up to him, sirens ring through the air.
“Thousands will die because of you. Thousands could have been saved.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Burke, saving people and dragons is my specialty.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons