Queen Victoria Quotes

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Anyone can betray anyone.

Rise, red as the dawn.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened.

Flame and shadow. One cannot exist without the other.

If you know someone's fear, you know them.

No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become that way, through choice and circumstance.

If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.

The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.

What I need and what I want are two very different things.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

To look powerful is to be powerful.

You should know the difference between secrets and lies.

There's nothing wrong with being different.

I see a world on the edge of a blade. Without balance, it will fall.

It's our nature. We destroy. It's the constant of our kind. No matter the color of blood, man will always fall.

Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.

I will never make the mistake of loving you ever again." "So you choose him?" That's all this ever was. Jealousy. Rivalry. All so shadow could defeat the flame.

A lie will raise me up, and one day another lie will bring me down.

To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.

Those who know what it's like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light.

I'm a Red girl in a sea of Silvers and I can't afford to feel sorry for anyone, least of all the son of a snake.

So you choose him?' 'Cal betrayed me, and I betrayed him. And you betrayed us both, in a thousand different ways.' The words are heavy as stone but right. So right. 'I choose no one.

There are worse lives to live. Don't feel sorry for me.

No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.

Red in the head, Silver in the heart

No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.

Many things led to this day, for all of us. A forgotten son, a vengeful mother, a brother with a long shadow, a strange mutation. Together, they've written a tragedy.

I can’t believe I didn’t see him for what he was from the beginning: a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And now I’m the sheep pretending to be a wolf.

You aren’t alone.” The hope in his eyes cuts deeply. “You have your crown.

Wear that scarf," he said, pointing to a blue cashmere scarf hanging on a peg. "It matches your eyes." Alec looked at it. Suddenly he was filled with hate - for the scarf, for Magnus, and most of all for himself. "Don't tell me," he said. "The scarf's a hundred years old, and it was given to you by Queen Victoria right before she died, for special services to the Crown or something." Magnus sat up. "What's gotten into you?" Alec stared at him. "Am I the newest thing in this apartment?" "I think that honor goes to Chairman Meow. He's only two." "I said newest, not youngest," Alec snapped.

You better hide that heart of yours, Lady Titanos. It won't lead you anywhere you want to go.

Kneel or bleed.

This was the shadow controlling the flame.

I'm an accident. I'm a lie. And my life depends on maintaining the illusion.

We seem weak because we want to.

Strange, my enemies know me best, and my family doesn’t know me at all.

I've been broken too many times to break again.

Now I'm in a king's cage. But so is he. My chains are Silent Stone. His is the crown.

Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed. That’s what we all are.

I'll make the other scream for you, Mare, every last one. Not just your parents. Not just your siblings. But every single one like you. I'm going to find them, and they will die with you in their thoughts, knowing this is the fate you have brought them. I am the king and you could've been my Red Queen. Now you are nothing.

I fear being alone more than anything else. So why do I do this? Why do I push away the people I love? What is so very wrong with me? I don’t know. And I don’t know how to make it stop.

Are you going to babysit me every day or just until I learn my way around?" "What do you think?" "Here's to a long and happy friendship, Officer Samos." "Likewise, my lady." "Don't call me that." "Whatever you say, my lady.

Every single thing I did, you stood behind me,” I say. “If I’m turning into a monster, then so are you.” “Love blinds.

Don’t lie to a liar.

I am the king and you could've been my Red Queen.

Mare?" "Are you afraid, Maven?" "I am. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of letting this opportunity pass us by. And I'm afraid of what happens if nothing in this world ever changes. That scares me more than dying.

The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.

I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.

Sometimes his silence is better than anyone else’s words.

I am a weapon made of flesh, a sword covered in skin. I was born to kill a king, to end a reign of terror before it can truly begin.

Love can be exploited, I guess, used to manipulate. It's leverage. But I would never call loving someone else a weakness. I think living without love at all, any kind of love, is weakness. And the worst kind of darkness.

Sometimes I forget you have the legs of a child." "Better than the brain of one.

They trained me for this. It's their own fault. They helped make their own doom.

Revolution needs a spark,” I murmur, repeating what Julian would say in our lessons. “And even sparks burn.

His lips are on mine, hard and warm and pressing. The touch is electrifying, but not like I'm used to. This isn't a spark of destruction, but a spark of life. As much as I want to pull away, I just can't do it. Cal is a cliff and I throw myself over the edge, not bothering to think of what it could do to us both. One day he'll realize I'm his enemy, and all this will be a far-gone memory. But not yet.

The person she loved is dead, stolen by someone else. Mine chose to walk away. Chose everything I hate over everything I am. I wonder which hurts more. Before

Don’t lie to a liar, and Maven is the grandest liar of all.

It isn't hard to let people die when their deaths give life to something else.

But I'm not a princess. I'm not the girl who gets saved.

There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction.

I will never submit again. I will never stop fighting.

You are only a shadow, and who looks at shadows when they have flame?

As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.

Attend to your own fate, Mare Barrow.” “And that is?” “To rise. And rise alone.

I am different from what my world demands I be. And I am not worse for it.

I woke up this morning as one person, and now I'm supposed to be someone else entirely.

But I can’t shake the feeling that, while they stand with me, there’s no one beside me. Even with an army at my back, I am still alone.

We can’t choose who we love. I wish, more than anything, that we could.

Once, I was afraid of these walls, frightened by such beauty. But I see the cracks now.

Fire and lightning raised Maven up, and fire and lightning will bring him down.

I’m starting to think you like prisons,” he says, idling knocking his knuckles against the wall. “And that you have the worst taste in men.

There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.

It's cruel to give hope where none should be. It only turns into disappointment, resentment, rage -- all the things that make this life more difficult than it already is.

Red blood is just so hard to clean up" "You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands

Not all crowns are worn where people can see.

One dark night I spilled my secrets to him, on a road thick with summer heat. I was the girl who tried to steal his money then. Now, winter looms, and I’m the girl who stole his life.

No matter how much I might want to feel him, I cannot. I must keep my eyes ahead, and away from the fire of a fallen prince. I must freeze my heart to the one person who insists on setting it ablaze.

As beautiful as this world is, it's just as dangerous. People who are not useful, people who make mistakes, they can be removed. You can be removed.

To rise. And rise alone.

You’ll find I’m remarkably good at giving orders, and particularly awful at following them.

My heart breaks for him; my heart hardens against him.

I'm red, I'm nothing, and I can still make you fall.

But there's always something left to be broken.

I could set the world on fire, and call it rain.

Cal will never turn his back on his crown, on your father." "I know my brother. If it comes down to it, to saving your life or saving his crown, we both know what he will choose." "He would never choose me.

If only no one had to fight at all." He shakes his head. "It does no good to dream.

Ignorance is a burden I do not intend to carry.

You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.

Never change, Evangeline.“ Her smile flashes, quick as a knife. „Of course not. Why change perfection?

I thought I knew what heartbreak was. I thought that was what Maven did to me. When he stood and left me kneeling. When he told me everything I ever thought him to be was a lie. But then, I believed I loved him. I know now, I didn't know what love was. Or what even the echo of heartbreak felt like. To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.

Cal is built from his father’s dreams, and Maven from his mother’s nightmares.

There are pieces of me, small pieces, still in love with a fiction. A ghost living inside a living boy I cannot begin to fathom. The ghost who sat by my bed while I dreamed in pain. The ghost who kept Samson from my mind as long as he could, I know, delaying an inevitable torture. The ghost who loves me, in what poisoned way he can. And I feel that poison working in me.

One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was because she didn’t believe women would do anything like that. Parliament rewrote the law so it was specific to men, and she signed it. A tribute to enlightenment, Queen Victoria was not. Neither, as I have observed before, are werewolf packs.

It's nice to hear that I'm not completely alone in feeling out of place." "That's something you should know about us Silvers. We're always alone. In here, and here," he says, pointing between his head and his heart. "It keeps you strong.

Through it all, I stare at the boy on the throne. He maintains his mask. Jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. Still fingers, straight back. But his gaze wavers. Something in his eyes has gone far away. And at his collar, the slightest gray flush rises, painting his neck and the tips of his ears. He's terrified. For a second, it makes me happy. Then I remember―monsters are most dangerous when they're afraid.

Mare of the Stilts died the day she fell onto a lightning shield. Mareena, the lost Silver princess, died in the Bowl of Bones. And I don’t know what new person opened her eyes on the Undertrain. I only know what she has been and what she has lost, and the weight of it is almost crushing.

In school, we learned about the world before ours, about the angels and gods that lived in the sky, ruling the earth with kind and loving hands. Some say those are just stories, but I don't believe that. The gods rule us still, they have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind.

Mare,” he whispers. “Choose me.” Choose a crown. Choose another king’s cage. Choose a betrayal to everything you’ve bled for. I find my thread of steel too. Thin but unbreakable. “I am in love with you, and I want you more than anything else in the world.” His words sound hollow coming from me. “Anything else in this world.” Slowly, my eyelids flutter open. He finds the spine to match my gaze. “Think what we could do together,” he murmurs, trying to pull me closer. My feet hold firm. “You know what you are to me. Without you, I have no one. I am alone. I have nothing left. Don’t leave me alone.” My breathing turns ragged. I kiss him for what could be, what might be, what will be—the last time. His lips feel strangely cold as we both turn to ice. “You aren’t alone.” The hope in his eyes cuts deeply. “You have your crown.