But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.— Catherynne M. Valente
The most genuine Catherynne M. Valente quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
Death is not a checkmate…it is more like a carnival trick.
You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen.
That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morning. Love keeps the light on all night.
Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.
That's how you get deathless, volchitsa.
Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you'd have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines.
Never trust anyone under one hundred!
When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier.
Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars.
Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.
You will live as you live anywhere. With difficulty, and grief. Yes, you are dead. And I and my family and everyone, always, forever. All dead, like stones. But what does it matter? You still have to go to work in the morning. You still have to live.
Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.
Hats change everything. September knew this with all her being, deep in the place where she knew her own name, and that her mother would still love her even though she hadn’t waved goodbye. For one day her father had put on a hat with golden things on it and suddenly he hadn’t been her father anymore, he had been a soldier, and he had left. Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.
Snow is the beginning and the end of everything.
You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
There's more than one way between your world and ours.
There's the changeling road, and there's the Ravishing, and there's those that Stumble through a gap in the hedgerows or a mushroom ring or a tornado or a wardrobe full of winter coats.
We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on maps are silly.
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.
Everybody's strange everywhere. Most of the trick of being a social animal is pretending you're not. But who do you fool? Nobody worth talking to.
Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts.
Maidens stand still, they are lovely statues and all admire them.
Witches do not stand still. I was neither, but better that I err on the side of witchery, witchery that unlocks towers and empties ships.
September knew a number of curse words, most of which she heard the girls at school saying in the bathrooms, in hushed voices, as if the words could make things happen just by being spoken, as if they were fairy words, and had to be handled just so.
When I saw him I thought I could curl up inside him and go to sleep and never wake up." "Men are no good for that, Masha. They'll always want you working, when you're not softening their fall into bed at the end of the day.
Yes, yes, mistress, I shall go and accomplish your task.
Only—I was not only sent to kill the Leucrotta. There is a maiden in a tower—" At this the Witch spat, again rolling her marvelous eyes. "Those revolting creatures are always getting themselves locked up. If only they would stay that way.
It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.
Stories have a way of changing faces.
They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.
Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I moved the earth and the water for you.
When one is traveling, everything looks brighter and lovelier.
That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier; it just means that sweet, kindly home suffers in comparison to tarted-up foreign places with all their jewels on.
September did not want to feel for the Marquess.
That’s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and next thing you know, you’re tied to train tracks. But her wild, untried heart opened up another bloom inside her, a dark branch heavy with fruit.
We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.
Temptation likes best those who think they have a natural immunity, for it may laugh all the harder when they succumb.
Koschei, Koschei,” she whispered. “What would I have been if I had never seen the birds? I am no one; I am nothing. I am a blank paper on which you and your magic wrote a girl. Just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry and hurt and needing. A machine for loving you. Nothing in me was not made by you.
I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.
Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.
But this is a story, and in a story there is always someone beautiful enough.
" - 'The Girl with Two Skins' from A Guide to Folktales in Fragile Dialects
A book is a door, you know. Always and forever. A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.
One of the many quotes on love..."Love can come only with time and sentience. We learn it as we learn language--and some never learn it well. Love is like a tool, though it is not a tool; something strange and wonderful to use, difficult to master, and mysterious in its provenance.
Things that are unsightly: birthmarks, infidelity, strangers in one's kitchen.
Too much sunlight. Stitches. Missing teeth. Overlong guests.
You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.
If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.
Astolaine Bombast, catalogue woman, ordered up like a rare steak, 'plees make shore she is pritty and a whyt gurl if you have enny'.Well, she's pritty enough for homesteading but takes no ribbons at the fair. After three dead babies that fellow wanted his money back, pack her up in a box and ship her east to the wife factory.
I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire — where the old world looked at a woman alone and immortal and said: she must long to die, I have tried to say: look at her live!
You only had to choose which me to talk to, for, you know, we all change our manners, depending on who has come to chat. One doesn’t behave at all the same way to a grandfather as to a bosom friend, to a professor as to a curious niece.
When I say forever,' Koschei whispered, 'I mean until the black death of the world. An Ivan means just the present moment, the flickering light of it, in a green field, his mouth on yours. He means the stretching of that moment. But forever isn't bright; it isn't like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.
Here! 'Not thread nor glue, not nails nor screws, will ever self and shadow wed.
' Helpful, those poet-types. Perhaps this one: 'Seek the grimy queen of dread machines, if you your errant shadow miss.' Now that's quite good! As a Prophetic Utterance, Third Class (Vague Hints and Mysterious Signs), you couldn't ask for better. It's downright plain-spoken!
An equation is a prophecy that always comes true.
No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back.
Love rarely waits for permission.
If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. That's living.
That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.