Literary Fantasy Quotes

“Like a bastard child of a royal house, we’re hidden from public view.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“True siblings are bound together by far more essential things than blood, while more times than many blood isn't thicker than water.”
― Constantina Maud, Hydranos

“You cannot bury light. It finds its way through the cracks.”
― Maxyn Edogha, Veins Of Light

“As life has its way, unfortunate events often happen in a row-one after another, shooting forth like a rapid train in front of our eyes. When one's heart is still hurting, still fighting, another strike is already on the way.
No time to feel, no time to notice, no time to heal.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“When the storm comes, the formidable oak breaks easily, but the flowing willow bends and sways in the wind. When the storm's over, the willow straightens up again and regenerates. It sheds its damaged branches and leaves to reduce its overall burden and recover. Recovery takes time, and the willow allows it.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Lach soul will awaken on its own clock.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Life inside of us is the same as outside, always flowing and never repeating. It's a constant torrent. I doubt we can control it. All we can do is enter the flux and surrender.”
― NZ Kaminskyinsky , Sense of Home

“Listen to your emotions, darling.
They’re just signals that something is wrong for you, not with you.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Her broken heart was still beating. How come? Buses were running, buzzing, humming. People were smiling.
Birds' chatter and kids' laughter rang in her ears, causing her pain. The streets with fancy boutiques, ready for the winter testival, were nonchalant to her sorrow. And the coffee shops served croissants.

— Sense of Home”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Each soul will awaken on its own clock.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Her broken heart was still beating. How come? Buses were running, buzzing, humming. People were smiling.
Birds' chatter and kids' laughter rang in her ears, causing her pain. The streets with fancy boutiques, ready for the winter testival, were nonchalant to her sorrow. And the coffee shops served croissants”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“There was light, warmth, and love under that tiny shelter. It was small but just enough to get through difficult times.”
― NZ Kaminsky, Sense of Home

“Some legacies are not chosen—they are endured. And still, we wear them like second skin, hoping they won’t devour what’s left of who we were before.”
― A.K. Smith, Mark of Fate