Wintersong Quotes

“Life,” he said softly, “is more than flesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the flame. The longer I burn the candle...” He did not finish.
“A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said.“I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“What’s the use of running, if we are on the wrong road.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sort
of music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“What is eternal life but a prolonged death.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?"
Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs.
"The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go."
"Yes." His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. "He lets her go.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth.”
“Then your name, mein Herr.”
He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. “No.”
“Why?”
“So you will forget me,” he said simply. “You cannot love a man with no name.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“What would you do, if you were a free man?”
“I would take my violin and play. I would walk the world and play, until someone called me by name and called me home.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again and
again and again.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“You are the monster I choose”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below, and keeps the wheel of life turning.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“What I wouldn’t give to be the object of someone’s desire, just for one moment. What I wouldn’t give to taste that fruit, that heady sweetness, of being wanted. I wanted. I wanted what Käthe took for granted. I wanted wantonness.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“You are a man with music in his soul. You are capricious, contrary, contradictory. You delight in childish games, and delight even more in winning. For a man of such intense piety, you are surprisingly petty. You are a gentleman, a virtuoso, a scholar, and a martyr, and of those masks, I like the martyr least of all. You are austere, you are pompous, you are pretentious, you are foolish.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“She was the sun and he was the earth waking from a thaw.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“To love is to be selfless. Let me be selfless.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick," I said. "I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out, than sit forever in darkness.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Skills could be taught, but talent could not.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“So I tried my best to stifle hope. Because hope's twin was despair, and despair was infinitely worse. If hope hurt, then despair was the absence of hurt. It was the absence of feeling. It was the absence of caring. I wanted very much to care.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“A sparrow is beautiful in its own way," Käthe said severely. "Don't force yourself to be a peacock, Liesl. Embrace your sparrow self.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“I am not afraid of you,” I said quietly.
“Oh?” The Goblin King lifted his head. “I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground,” he said, mismatched eyes glinting. “I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a girl”—he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp—“and I am the wolf in the woods.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“I looked him straight in the eye. "What was it your father used to say?" Hans said nothing. He turned his head away. "What's the use of running, if we are on the wrong road?”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“This was the Goblin King. The abductor of maidens, the punisher of misdeeds, the Lord of Mischief and the Underground.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head. Her grandmother had told her to beware the wolves that prowled in the wood, but the little girl knew the little boy was not dangerous, even if he was the king of the goblins. Will you marry me, Elisabeth? the little boy asked, and the little girl did not wonder at how he knew her name. Oh, she replied, but I am too young to marry. Then I will wait, the little boy said. I will wait as long as you remember. And the little girl laughed as she danced with the Goblin King, the little boy who was always just a little older, a little out of reach. As”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“It takes love, you see, to bring the world back to life.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong