Quote by Edna O'Brien Download Open image ““I had clung to the fable of the Steppenwolf, believing that his redemption would also become mine.”” — Edna O'Brien ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“was going to fight to keep the elusive Horde King as my own. Every beauty needed a beast, and he was mine.” — Amelia Hutchins Copy Share Image
“I had been brought up to believe that you never told tales, and that you should fight your own battles” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“That man is not yet a finished creation but rather a challenge of the spirit; a distant possibility dreaded as much as it is… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“A final stand, then. One last battle. At least he could say that he had fought. When he met his brothers and sisters on… — Paolo Bacigalupi Copy Share Image
“A story. This was the key to immortality. The things that made kings quiver and deities distrustful: Nothing but a tale.” — Roshani Chokshi Copy Share Image
“And, truth be told, I'm curious myself. I wouldn't want Goodfellow dying before we ever resolved our duel. That would be unfortunate.” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“it was not the objective that made one a hero—it was the journey, the quest itself. The willingness to accept it.” — Morgan Rice Copy Share Image
“I read Hesse's Steppenwolf thrice. The first time I was enchanted, the second time disappointed, the third time appalled.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“No lies, I thought, but lots of stories. True stories. True lies. Powerful stories, heroic tales, and cautionary fables.” — Dorothy Allison Copy Share Image
“The boy admonished himself for wanting everything to be a story. And now realized that some journeys were not stories. On some journeys, nothing… — Pete Hamill Copy Share Image
“I had wanted to believe in the destiny he’d laid out for me, that the orphan no one wanted would change the world and… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
“I stood Sentinel of Cadogan House, by God. He was mine, and he knew it, and I would claim what was mine.” — Chloe Neill Copy Share Image
... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways, touch it, with… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
Ordinary life bypassed me, but I also bypassed it. It couldn't have been any other way.Conventional life and conventional people are not for me. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“A healer! The beauty of the word a balm. In a mounting astonishment she hears how this man heals with his own blood, pricks… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
“If I could feel like myself I’d thank God but I don’t feel and never will.” — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too,… — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image