Juliet Marillier Quotes

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest.

My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.

There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.

Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it?

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors.

There are technical tricks that may help you create more effective characters.

My approach to characterization is not at all technical. I can't really analyze how I do it, but I am sure of one thing. To write convincing characters, you must possess the ability to think yourself into someone else's skin.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt;

that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest.

Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

I've loved fairytales, folklore and mythology since I was a small child, and I think it was inevitable that they would influence my style and my development of stories.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.

More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite.

An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.

She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers;

she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go.

I know it's hard for you to trust me.

If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me.

He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.

Brilliant minds make errors, brave souls falter, kind hearts leave scars.

We are none of us perfect, but we're all perfectly human.

The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.

I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own.

If this has taught me anything, it is that there are some occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far beyond their own apparent magnitude. It is like the throwing of a tiny pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface.

I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you.

But I don't know how.

Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you.

Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves.

Bran held his voice leve. "In time,you will regret these words. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer." --Bran to Eamonn

Because if I see you defeated, then I think I will see Alban defeated, and if that happens, none of us can go on. To guard you is to guard the heart of this land of ours.

You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words.

She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men;

the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

How could you not know?" His voice was full of wonderment.

"You changed me utterly. You were like a...like a bright, wonderful bloom in a garden full of weeds. Like a graceful capital on a page of plain script, a letter decorated with the deepest, finest colors in all Erin. Like a flame, Caitrin. Like a song.

Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.

This is a—a proposal of marriage?” he asked me, and there was the very smallest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, something I had never seen before. “I suppose so,” I said, blushing again. “And, as you see, I’m doing it properly, on my knees.” “This would, however, be a partnership of equals you’re offering, I imagine?” “Undoubtedly.” (448-49)

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

Become my friend and you embrace a nightmare.

Only - only that, if you believe the tales, it's in the nature of our people to go to war and to kill, just as it is to sing and play and tell stories. Perhaps they are two halves of the same whole.

Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.

First person allows deeper insight into the protagonist's character.

It allows the reader to identify more fully with the protagonist and to share her world quite intimately. So it suits a story focused on one character's personal journey. However, first person shuts out insights into other characters.

He was sitting not far away, watching me, and I surprised a smile on his face, the first real smile I had ever seen him give, a smile that curved and softened the tight mouth, and warmed the ice-cool eyes; a smile that brought the blood to my face and made my heart turn over.

There is no truth on this island of yours.

Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.

Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

If a man has to say trust me, Gogu conveyed, it's a sure sign you cannot.

Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you know without words.

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.

A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

Real life is not quite as it is in stories.

In the old tales, bad things happen, and when the tale has unfolded and come to its triumphant conclusion, it is as if the bad things had never been. Life is not as simple as that, not quite.