Celeste

“There was another kind of beauty, however, and everyone on the Myriad knew it. A twisted beauty that turned your stomach even while it turned your head. Frecht was the old word, a harsh word ragged with superstitious awe. It was an ugliness and otherness that could only be holy, a breach of the rules that echoed those that no rules coul bind.”
― Frances Hardinge, Deeplight

“You must not love them. It is easy to love power because power tells you it is majesty and beauty and greatness. But the gods were monsters. Do not even love their memory. The gods are dead.”
― Frances Hardinge, Deeplight

“He thought movements of sky and earth, time and space. He thought Einstein and skyhooks. He thought that the position of the wheel in the ditch was only a temporary and relative fact, untrue five minutes and and untrue five minutes from now. He thought of the power and speed of that skid and the repelling power of the ditch. He thought of gravity reversing itself. Then he knelt down with one hand on the grassy mud and the other on the wheel and pushed the two apart.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Enchanted Glass

“If he'd only gotten his sight-seeing done all by himself, Tom thought, if he only hadn't been in such a hurry and so greedy, if he only hadn't misjudged the relationship between Dickie and Marge so stupidly, or had simply waited for them to separate of their own volition, then none of this would have happened, and he could have lived with Dickie for the rest of his like, travelled and lived and enjoyed living for the rest of his life! If he only hadn't put on Dickie's clothes that day—”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Talented Mr Ripley