Grim Quotes

“When shrouded meanings and grim intentions are nicely polished up and pokerfaced personae are generously palming off their fantasy constructs, caution is the watchword, since rimpling water on the well of truth swiftly obscures our vision and perception. ("Trompe le pied.")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Let us not be devastated by the grim wings of fear fluttering in the twisting patches of our minds. By empowering the dynamic force of our brainwaves, we can stir the lame blots to overturn the hinders of fear and give rise to confidence and creativity. (“Fear of the white page”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“You don’t need a plan. You have the Puck with you, remember? I’m an expert at this. And I’ve never needed an elaborate plan to pull anything off.”
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“Worry not, human,” the cat sighed, giving himself a thorough shake. “I am going with you as well. With Goodfellow’s exemplary planning, someone has to make sure you go through the right door.”
― Julie Kagawa, The Iron Daughter

“Isla could feel Grim getting closer. When she opened her eyes, he was right in front of her.

“Heart,” he said steadily. The spikes on his shoulders made him look like a demon. His blood-slicked armor glimmered in the moonlight.

“If waging a war for one woman is a crime, then please do consider me a criminal.”

Closer.

“If killing thousands to keep you alive is wrong, then consider me a villain.”

She now had to tilt her head to see him clearly. He leaned down. His breath was hot against her mouth.

“If loving you this much is my downfall . . . then consider me already on my knees.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade

“She shook her head, wincing at the death around her. “You really would have let Lightlark fall? You would have doomed the rest of the realms while leading yours into a world we know nothing about? For one woman?” It didn’t make sense.

Grim frowned. “Not for one woman,” he spat, like the words insulted him. He stepped toward her. “For my wife.”
― Alex Aster, Skyshade

“So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.”
― Tad Williams, Shadowheart

“Есть мнение, что брак на грани развода самый долговечный.”
― Sergei Dovlatov, Собрание сочинений в трех томах. Том 1. Наши

“Ему казалось, что глаза эти вовсе не его, а что будто
бы сидит он сам за этими своими глазами и выглядывает из них, словно из
мертвого округлого окна; да, ему казалось, что все это тело вокруг него
больше совсем не его, а будто бы он, Джонатан, -- или то, что от него
осталось, -- всего лишь крошечный сморщенный гномик, находящийся в
гигантском здании чужого тела, беспомощный карлик, заточенный внутри слишком
большой и слишком сложной человеческой машины, над которой он больше не
может властвовать и которой он больше не может управлять по собственной
воле, но которая управляется сама собой или какими-то другими силами, если
это вообще возможно.”
― Patrick Süskind, The Pigeon

“My life is so fake and lame, that I don't even bother to understand it.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“Believe me dear unborn, life is not as melodious as it seems.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“It's a long journey ahead; full of traps to stumble upon, full of ropes to pull on; not sure if I'll make it to the end, but the effort continues.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“On visiting day, he told her he was okay but sad, it was difficult but he was hanging in there, when all he wanted to say was, Look at what they did to me, look at what they did to me.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys

“But you looked away, and seemed to be avoiding looking at Shadow too, so that I immediately began to think about how it had been him who had led me to you, and then about all of his uncanny ways, not least of which is his choice of a creature like you for a master. I patted his head, feeling about for the glamor, as I have never bothered to do before---and why should I; I do not make a habit of looking beneath people's pets to see if there is a monster hiding there---and sure enough, there it was, and when I moved the magic aside, a bloody Black Hound stared back at me, all glowing eyes and glistening fangs.
You looked worried, for some reason, but you calmed down when I started laughing. "Where did you get him?" I said.
"In Scotland," you replied. "He's a Grim. I rescued him from a boggart, who was tormenting him for sport.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I knew it was just a dream but it felt real, and sometimes there wasn't a difference between the two.”
― Jeneva Rose, You Shouldn't Have Come Here

“As soon as I opened my eyes, my vision was obscured by a large quantity of black fur, a cold, wet nose, and an enormous tongue. I was not offended at all--- quite the contrary--- and let Shadow lick my cheeks before burying my face in his neck.
"Poor dear," I murmured. "There, there--- you needn't worry about me leaving you again!"
He has been like this each morning since my return, but I can scarcely object. I missed him as much as he missed me, and have vowed never again to venture anywhere he cannot follow.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Dear Life, I am tired of you, but I am not done with you.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“You don't know the pain I suffer, thinking of the pain I could have suffered.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“Be not afraid of making mistakes, for most of the creativeness is just a mistake, and each mistake a masterpiece on its own.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“Art ain't no competition... Let it free, let it paint, let it express.”
― Miegrat Sammri

“Thyme, or 'dawn in paradise,'
I go there with the dead.
They die by someone else's hand
Whose souls sleep in my bed.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen

“For some people, calling 911 has resulted in the ‘Grim Reaper Cop’ being sent to them.”
― Steven Magee

“We had stepped into their realm.
As soon as I was certain, I drew Shadow to me again. As we moved deeper into the faerie world, Shadow had grown larger. He was now twice the size, his muzzle coming up to my chest. His snout was sharper, wolfish, his paws enormous. But he followed me as calmly as ever, his black eyes trusting.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Shadow continues his search outside for a door to the mortal realm. I have faith in him, my oldest, most loyal friend---if there is a way out, he will find it.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Shadow lay curled at my side and rolled upright with a delighted snort when he sensed I was awake. He shoved his huge muzzle into my face and licked me, while I half patted, half swatted him away. I'm afraid his breath is immune to glamor and smells exactly as you'd expect a Black Hound's breath to smell---rather deathly.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I looked at Shadow. He was worrying one of the pig bones, too distracted by his delight to sense anything amiss. But he caught wind of my unease and went rigid, his jaw still clamped round the bone, drool dangling.
Abruptly, he charged--- not behind us, but at a small red fox regarding us from one of the caves.
"Leave it," I told Shadow, but he kept barking--- the thunderous, unearthly bark he reserves for the most dire situations, rough and rasping like the rattle of death, which brought the chill of the earth below into one's bones.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Shadow?" I said.
He understood me, of course--- he always does. I do not entirely comprehend the bond between us, as Shadow is the only grim I know of to take a human master, but the beast immediately shed his glamour, growing to a size closer to a bear than anything else, his huge paws tipped in jagged claws.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Shadow initially seemed unaffected when I placed the thing around his neck. He has worn collars before, both the ordinary and faerie-made variety. But as we walked, his lumbering gait grew more graceful, and he paused frequently to sniff at things.
"What does it do?" Rose enquired.
"It's hobgoblin-made," I said. "They sometimes keep grims as guard dogs. The legend associated with it suggests that it will enhance Shadow's speed and senses.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Shadow had just finished ripping apart another of the fauns which had strayed too close, in his bloodthirsty estimation, to me. He was so large now that he would intimidate a warhorse, his fur long and rippling like seaweed in dark undersea currents, and forming a mane about his head.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“General Vois-Usurper-King Consort-Great Bladesman-Betrayed by his second wife.

Born poor with not a coin to his name. The moment General Vois's hands touched iron, they never parted. Stories of men old and gray claim he earned the respect of many on the battlefield when saving the life of King Rubart whose body he dragged. Since then, many follow him and with time he had an army large enough to wage a war. Sworn enemy to his second wife, Alexandra, he now sits imprisoned in The House of Lych-a mental facility.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour

“Poor dear," Wendell said, bending to rub Shadow's ears. "When I retake my throne, I shall dedicate a fleet of servants to his needs. They shall make for him a velvet bed in every room, with a fire burning beside each one, and the bones of my enemies will be preserved for his enjoyment."
"That started off well, but I did not care for the ending," I said.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales