Sirens Song Quotes

“I am a siren, and for my adoration of mankind, have been caught in fishing nets one time too many. And in those fishing nets I have learned too many unfavorable things about human intentions and the lack of trust and goodwill; I'm not going to allow myself to be caught, anymore. Sirens do well at singing the sirens' song and dragging vile people to their deaths, and for good reason!”
― C. JoyBell C.

“They no longer wanted to entice anyone; all they wanted was to catch a glimpse for as long as possible of the reflected glory in the great eyes of Odysseus”
― Franz Kafka

“Next time when I dive into the territory that I had lived next to, where my sister grew up, I know what to expect. I would be ready. I would be prepared.”
― Erica Sehyun Song, The Pax Valley

“Enraptured by an aberration of beauty, I cannot move. I find myself helpless against a woman whose pale lips sing to me. Every note, every hymn that escapes those lips, I want to hear like a story being told to a child. I want to listen to its crinkled page as it turns, but more so, I desired this creature before me.”
― Marilyn Velez

“Delicate, hauntingly uncertain music floated out of the house. Vane heard it as he walked up from the stables. The lilting strains reached him, then wrapped about him, about his mind, sinking into his senses. They were a siren's song- and he knew precisely who was singing.
Halting on the graveled drive before the stable arch, he listened to the moody air. It drew him- he could feel the tug as if it was physical. The music spoke- of need, of restless frustration, of underlying rebellion.”
― Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow

“Without even realizing it, Camille had fallen under the spell of the siren's call: the sound that contains the scent of berries, chocolate, and mint, that tastes of salt and oil and blood, that sounds like a heart's murmur, the passage of clouds, the call to prayers, the beloved's name, and a distant ringing in the ears.”
― Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

“The music became a siren song. The melody was my Iodestone, and I was powerless against its lure. With each step, I savoured the dampness of the grass beneath my bare feet. I didn't remember when I'd lost my shoes.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“But then he heard something--- a note purer than birdsong, softer than morning dew. He turned. It was then that he saw the woman: she sat on a rock near the shore, singing just for him. Like she'd been waiting. The rising sun set her hair alight, her skin glittered with wet. Her eyes were round and dark as a seal's; her hands soft and warm as summer air---”
― Emilia Hart, The Sirens

“Voices. Women's voices, like in the old ghost stories. But they weren't screaming, crying as they drowned--- they were singing. This beautiful, lilting music--- I couldn't make out the words but I remember it sounded almost like a folk song. It comforted me, made me feel safe, somehow.
It was different for Danny. His whole body froze. I could smell the fear coming off him. But there was something else, too. A kind of... desire."
Lucy thinks, but doesn't say, how intertwined those things are. Fear and desire. How one can become the other so easily. All it takes is the tightening of a hand on your wrist, your throat.”
― Emilia Hart, The Sirens

“Everything clicked. Her notes and my notes, we even deviated from the song, and as Tanis hummed her melody, I felt compelled to sing around it, my tones dancing up and down and intertwining in a compliment to hers. It was a moment I’d never forget no matter how long I lived, the feeling of puzzle pieces sliding into place. I knew I was a siren; the evidence had stacked so high by now, and of course I was getting along well, fitting in with the others at the House of Sirens. But this, this sealed the deal. This was my one true link to this world and my heritage.
Tanis didn’t take her eyes off of me, even when tears began to run down her face. What had she gone through? Thinking she’d lost her baby, the illness that took her health and her voice. Enough to make her want to live in a house away from everyone else and only do her work at the towers.
As our song faded to an end, we all stood there. Calliope was in absolute shock, Caspian and Nikkos stayed silent. Tanis stared, her eyes reflecting mine with welling tears threatening to spill over that might not end if they began.
But we couldn’t quite move past this part, Tanis and me. My mother and me. I was ready to love her. I was ready to hate her. I was ready to scream at whatever circumstances brought me to this point. What I could have had, what I didn’t have.
Shaking, Tanis reached out a hand. To touch me. Maybe hold my hand, maybe to lead to a hug. But it was too much for me, and I took a step back, spilling the first tears.
“Wait.” My voice tremored, and my hands balled into fists, grabbing my dress at my sides. Everyone paused, not a soul ready to move. Tanis looked ready to break, like a glass sculpture tipping too far forward. I just needed a minute, but I owed this connection to the both of us.
“Okay,” I breathed, opening my arms. Tanis didn’t wait for a translation before flinging herself forward to wrap herself around me as tightly as she could. My hair, her hair, it was all the same color as our heads rested on one another’s shoulder. My tears fell on her, hers fell on me, and we would both surely be a mess after this, but no one was going to say anything. Not to us, not for what we had both missed out on.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens