Quote by Frances Hardinge Download Open image ““Mandelion spread itself like a butterfly of brick and slate.”” — Frances Hardinge ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“There is chaos in everyone's heart. Some just grow flowers on it while others tear it apart.” — Fiphie Copy Share Image
“Sediments of stones scatter as the ego hath crushed, weather of life changes every form , be it rock or a human!” — Soumya V Copy Share Image
“The membranes that separate us from insanity, from the fall, the monsters, are so thin. Only paper walls.” — John Ajvide Lindqvist Copy Share Image
“Butterflies are beautiful, but the process of emerging from the chrysalis and spreading your wings can hurt like fucking hell. But still, you will… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“Lily Houghton-Miller stood in the middle of my living room and surveyed me with the detached interest of a scientist gazing at a new… — Jojo Moyes Copy Share Image
“We are all like the butterfly that must struggle to break through temporary confines in order to spread our wings and take flight.” — Cindy Trimm Copy Share Image
“We picture the world as thick with conquering and elate humanity, but here, with the bugles of the tempest peeling, it was hard to… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“That was the problem with having walls so hard and high and unscalable....When they came down, they crumbled completely, shattering into nothingness.” — L.J. Smith Copy Share Image
“It is dangerous to lock oneself away and lose track of what is happening outside.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Clent, however, suppressed any sense of pity without the slightest difficulty. His brain was busy with the icy clockwork of calculation. If only this… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“I swam across the torrent of my madness, and pulled myself upon the shore of a new and better sanity.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Before her escort could react, she sprinted out from their little pool of lantern-light into the darkness, her feet pounding the soft, treacherous clods… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“She was not undamaged, however, and she knew it. No food or drink had passed her lips, but she had drunk deep of the… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“All her life, Neverfell had suffered the dull, embarrassed ache of the knowledge that she was always the maddest person in the room. Funnily… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Well, if you are to help me with my work, you had better get used to stories without endings. True stories seldom have endings.” — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“And you may comfort yourself with the thought that you have been the caltrop under her satin shoe every step of the way. You… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“The little pedlar, it seemed, fancied that he had the tools to fix the wheel. The footmen were glad to hear this, and agreed… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“For a second, she could almost see Caverna as the Kleptomancer did, a murky, monstrous beauty, smiling her fine-fanged smile as she prepared to… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you’re sane? That you’ve always been sane? That perhaps you’re the sanest person in the city?"… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“Thank you," she whispered. "I promise I will not interfere in Court business again." "Oh yes, you will." Zouelle looked up to see her… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
