Siren Quotes

“The difference between my darkness and your darkness is that I can look at my own badness in the face and accept its existence while you are busy covering your mirror with a white linen sheet. The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I'm sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea. You are a white witch, a wizard; your spells are manipulations and your cauldron from hell yet you wrap yourself in white and wear a silver wig.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Books were a safe place, a world apart from my own. No matter what had happened that day, that year, there was always a story in which someone overcame their darkest hour. I wasn't alone.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe under water and dine on the deep treasures of the seas; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you into their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Human?' The girl cocked her head the other way. I caught a glimpse of pink gills under her chin. 'My sisters told me stories of humans. They said they sometimes sing to them to lure them underwater.' She grinned, showing off her sharp needle-teeth. 'I've been practicing. Want to hear?”
― Julie Kagawa, The Iron King

“There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath...”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“She swore vengeance on all men with dark hearts.”
― Lisa Papademetriou, Siren's Storm

“There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or it finds us. But when it does find us, if we're lucky we're Odysseus tied up to the ship's mast, hearing the song with perfect clarity, but ferried to safety by a crew whose ears have been plugged with beeswax. If we're not at all lucky, we're another sort of sailor stepping off the deck to drown in the sea.”
― Caitlín R. Kiernan, The Drowning Girl

“Every man needs his Siren
To check his courage and strength
When he hears her song
In his travels through the unknown.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“The half-mourning siren of the ambulance, like the funeral wail of the conch, upbraids the dozing guards at every door.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You are the sun. You bring warmth, laughter and joy—but he is the moon. He draws me into a world of mystery that I have never known.”
― Meredith T. Taylor, Clashing Waters: The Obyascon Prince

“You've never heard a siren until you've heard one looking for you and you alone. Then you really hear it and know what it is and understand that the man who invented it was no man, but a fiend from hell who patched together sounds and blends of sounds in a way that could paralyze and sicken. . . . But when it is after you, it is the texture of the whole world. You will hear it until you die.”
― Elliott Chaze, Black Wings Has My Angel

“In your life, right here and now, things like mermaids, fairies, witches and monsters are nothing but fairytales told to your grandchildren and stories you heard from your own grandparents as children. They exist only in your imagination. Did you ever think that there is a chance all this was once real, that it all existed? Perhaps yes, but you would then consider such thoughts irrational, that even if you were to believe it and try telling someone they would think you for mad. In my world those creatures are real – I’m real, and I am here to tell you of a story that happened in eons past in the majestic island of Aster." - Queen of Merfolk Asteria - Ninemia”
― Marilena Mexi

“My heart leaps as I feel his breath there.

“Your enchantments last long after your song fades.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Siren Queen

“And just who claims to have seen me disobeying orders?"

"I saw you." idiot.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Siren Queen

“The place was in her blood, her bones, and her soul. Perhaps it was that siren song that called to her when she saw the edge where the water met the sky. Perhaps it was the peacefulness of the community itself. She didn't know.”
― Sharon Brubaker, Between Earth and Sea: A Selkie Tale

“Shall we continue our discussion of the constellations for a while more?"

"Oh yes." As if we could still see the constellations while in his room. Blundering idiot.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

“The heart is as transparent as the depths of the ocean.”
― Meredith T. Taylor

“My heart leaps as I feel his breath there.

“Your enchantments last long after your song fades.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Siren Queen

“He hated himself for allowing his heart to be tossed by the waves of her flicking tongue. This Earth Mother who in one moment offered limitless hope—a glorious horizon that would inspire him to perform any heroic deed she might require—before hurtling him into the hollow despair of her disdain. The goddess had chosen another! Or perhaps no one at all. What mattered was that the lovely warmth of her gaze no longer shone upon you.”
― Philip Wyeth, Hot Ash and the Oasis Defect

“Hearing a siren isn't like seeing it.”
― Deniel Alraffly

“She is a siren of death, disturbingly beautiful and heartbreakingly deadly.”
― Ilse V. Rensburg, Time Torn

“Only in New Orleans could you find a siren, a werewolf, and an elf hanging out together in a bar.”
― Sara Reynolds, Silencing The Siren

“Still, there was something about her that drew me in like a siren calling to a sailor.
Destructive, certainly, but so beautiful it would almost be worth it
Almost. ”
― Ana Huang, King of Pride

“If I'm the siren, then he must be Poseidon, an angry god who commands my body like it's the ocean beneath his fingertips.”
― H.D. Carlton, Does It Hurt?

“When Robert drew a human face he felt as if he'd pinned a butterfly for study. As if he'd taken something that flickered with life and beauty and killed it.
He would not do that to her.
And so instead he decided to draw something else to remind him, secretly, of her. Something that recalled the lustrous spread of her fins, the quivering spines. Something that was beautiful and vicious all at once.
A lionfish.”
― Emilia Hart, The Sirens

“Outside my window a pair of seagulls called. Probably looking for food to steal, the little bastards. Their cries made me think of the ocean, and in that split second, I was okay. I took a deep, calming breath. The ocean. It always evened out my mood. My own little magical place filled with peace.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I left the apartment to clear my head at the place that had drawn me all the way down here to begin with: the beach.
With every step that brought me closer to the sand, my heart lifted. The salt in my lungs, the boats on the horizon as they bobbed in and out of view, and the glistening waves beckoned me. If only I could just sail away from the shore and leave my problems behind.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“We live on the water, with the water," he continued. "The island has the most beautiful beaches you've ever seen. Almost everything on the island is built from white stone."
Fair enough. He looked like the island type, standing there barefoot in the sand with his sun-kissed complexion. He paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And the sea, we crave it. We live it, we breathe it. We wouldn't leave it if we didn't have to.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“But Caspian, he just said he'd heard others like me before, and he even had a name for it. It took me a minute, but I wanted to know more despite the flare of panic over discussing my voice.
"Sway?" I asked.
"We call it magic, but you'd call it a trick of the voice. It elicits strong response from people, doesn't it?"
Silence stretched between us; the space filled with the gentle crashing of waves on the beach. He knew, somehow.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“Madeline wasn't human.
There were suspicions when I first heard her voice. A voice that could move mountains and shake the seas, if only she knew how to use it properly. Now that I'd had a full-fledged conversation with her, I knew it for sure.
Madeline was a siren.
Fuck, she looked the part too. Every part of her was soft curves; those big doe eyes coupled with her unchecked power had undoubtedly been the downfall of more than a few unwitting partners. The way her lips parted when she was surprised was too enticing, and I had to keep my hands in my pockets so I wouldn't reach out to touch them. What would she look like if I slipped my thumb between those lips?
The image of her sucking on it, looking up at me through those soft, dark lashes was too dangerous to dwell on. A siren will do that to you--- drive you mad with want, and I wasn't going to fall for that.
But I was going to get her back to Atlantis, where she deserved to be worshipped with her sisters.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens