Hekate Nikita Gill Quotes

It seemed to me that anything unpredictable was named dangerous by gods and men alike. But the word unpredictable seemed reserved for women alone. A woman they cannot control, whether goddess or mortal, is a dangerous woman.

A woman they cannot control, whether Goddess or mortal, is a dangerous woman.

A mother's love is many things, but most of all it is ancient, and it is destructive to anything and anyone that stands between her and her child.

There is no difference between Gods and monsters, child. Each in their own way wields their power to terrorize.

Is that all aging is? Leaving things you knew and once loved behind to become something brand-new?

The Day I Was Born The universe was on fire.

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No wonder this palace never felt as though it was home. It was built of guilt and betrayals so large they could not be forgiven.

she transformed herself into an island, full of birds and trees, a place where no God can go without her permission.

But sometimes we tell ourselves the most beautiful lies just to survive the terrible things that we are living through.

Asphdoel taught me that the Gods might be eternal but mortals have the very best of stories.

You forget your place,' he growled at me. I should have been afraid, but his words made me laugh. 'I have never had a place. What do you think it is that gives me my courage?' He turned away from me.

All things have a purpose. Not every purpose is good

But sometimes we tell ourselves the most beautiful lies just to survive the terrible things that we are living through

Has someone ever changed your existence with just a few words?

A woman they cannot control, whether Goddess or mortal, is a dangerous woman

As she held me in her arms we watched a silver shower rain across the midnight sky behind the blazing fire of a ten-thousand-year-old war. She told me the stars fell because she had granted a thousand wished in my name.

Children born in wars are made of a different kind of clay. We become used to the din. We grow used to the collapse of crumbling buildings and fire and develop a compassion for broken things. How can we not when we know nothing else?