Viviane Quotes

“And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. ”
― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

“I always thought love made you stupid. Made you weak. A bad Shadowhunter. 'To love is to destroy.'I believed that[...]I used to think being a good warrior meant not caring,[...] And then I met you. You were a mundane. Weak. Not a fighter. Never trained[...] Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger than anyone I'd ever met. And I realized I was the one who was weak.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Why can't I be High Lady as well?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You’ve manipulated the High King of Faerie into
obeying you, but you can’t find a way to manipulate one jerk into keeping
our sister happy?”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Everything was ruined, and everything was wrong, and not being able to shif shouldn've been the end of the world. But instead, for once, it was okay. --Cole's perspective”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

“the worlds shall once again come together, a world with room for the Goddess and for the Christ, the cauldron and the cross. And this leader shall make us one.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Do not think that this little one cannot understand. Babes know more than we imagine; they cannot speak their minds, and so we believe they do not think.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Stay, I begged. Stay.

Light glowed beyond my shut eyelids.

Stay.

And in that silence... I began to tell him.

About that first night I'd seen him. When I'd heard that voice beckoning me to the hills. When I couldn't resist its summons, and now... now I wondered if I had heard him calling for me on Calanmai. If it had been his voice that brought me there that night.

I told him how I had fallen in love with him- every glance and passed note and croak of laughter he coaxed from me. I told him of everything we'd done, and what it had meant to me, and all that I still wanted to do. All the life still left before us.

And in return... a thud sounded.

I opened my eyes. Another thud.

And this his chest rose, lifting my head with it.

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe-

A hand brushed my back.

Then Rhys groaned. 'If we're all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right.'

Cassian's broken laugh cracked out of him.

I couldn't lift my head, couldn't do anything but hold him, savouring every heartbeat and breath and the rumble of his voice as Rhys rasped, 'You lot will be pleased to know... My power remains my own. No thieving here.'

'You do know how to make an entrance,' Helion drawled. 'Or should I say exit?'

'You're horrible,' Viviane snapped. 'That's not even remotely funny-'

I didn't hear what else they said. Rhys sat up, lifting me off him. He brushed away the hair clinging to my damp cheeks.

'Stay with the High Lord,' he murmured.

I hadn't believed it- until I looked into that face. Those star-flecked eyes.

Hadn't let myself believe it wasn't anything but some delusion-

'It's real,' he said, kissing my brow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“The blood of the Old Ones was unpredictable, Mother had told me once, but it tended to run stronger through the female line. I knew that my skin was pale, like my mother’s, but my hair was the warm brown of the earth above the Lake. And I knew that one day I would be sent to the surface of the Lake, to Camelot, to find Merlin and become his apprentice. I would gain his trust, and I would betray him. My name was Nimue, but Merlin knew the stories as well as my mother, and so he could never know me by that name. To him, I would be Viviane.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood

“The hawthorn tree was right where Mother said it would be: in a clearing just off the road to Camelot, its long limbs reaching for the light, white blossoms falling gently to the forest floor. It looked quiet, innocuous, sleepy in the spring afternoon. But my blood stirred at the sight of it. There’s a trick to seeing through spells, a way of looking and not looking at the same time. I let my gaze unfocus, my vision blur, until I saw it. A glowing rune carved into the trunk. When I took a step closer, the leaves above quivered with a rustle like a human sigh.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood

“The rest of the knights passed in a confusing blur. A few I had heard of— Sir Kay, Arthur's foster brother; Sir Palomides, the Saracen who hunted the questing beast; Sir Bedivere, who in his youth killed a giant with a magic spear— but many of those around the table now were young men, with no deeds or reputation behind them. A great number of Arthur's most famous knights had never returned from the Grail quest the year before, and the court, my mother had told me with satisfaction, was a pale shadow of what it had once been. I took careful note of the four Orkney brothers, Morgause's sons and Mordred's half-brothers. Sir Gawain, broad-shouldered and smiling— it had been he who had called out to Merlin across the table. Sir Agravaine, frowning and intense. Sir Gareth, pale and handsome. Sir Gaheris, like Gawain in appearance but quieter, less given to shouts of laughter and temper. They looked a little like Arthur too, but their dark hair and pale skin reminded me more strongly of my mother.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood

“The two worlds formed before my eyes in gold dust: Camelot, towering above the cliffs with its marketplaces and forts and tiny knights jousting in the fields; Avalon, a riot of trees and waves through which beings flitted too fast to be seen. As I watched, they merged together, each going about their own business, oblivious to each other's affairs.
"They overlay each other," Merlin said, "separated by what we can call a veil. See?" I could see: a thin layer of light shimmering between the two worlds, like the sheen of a bubble or the gauze of a cobweb. "Usually that veil is impermeable. At different times and in different places, it thins. Midsummer's Eve is the thinnest it stretches, which is why we do rites on that night. But it can be glimpsed at other times. Dreams pass through it often. People with fae blood, like you, can usually see it better than most, and that ability can be taught and refined. Animals see it best of all.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood

“But I had been trained by Morgan le Fay and by Merlin Emrys. I was the daughter of the most powerful witch in the world, advisor to the greatest of all kings. I was Nimue and Viviane. I was the Lady of the Lake.”
― H.G. Parry, The Witch Below the Dreaming Wood