Saga Of Darren Shan Quotes

You do not have to be alone. The world never inflicts loneliness upon us. That is something we choose or reject by ourselves.

If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.

It is good to be taught humility when we are young. If we do not exeperience pain as children, we will cause pain as adults.

Better not to start down a wrong path at all than head down it in the hope of making a detour when something better came along.

Destiny is a tower of cards - nudge one just an inch and everything stacked on top comes crashing down. P116

Wars raged everywhere as men found new, inventive ways to kill even more of their race. It was like a contest, the many tribes of mankind competing to see who could commit the worst atrocities.

I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

هیچ چیزی سخت تر از این نیست که کسی دنبال رویای باشد و نداند که آن رویا چی هست.

Humans elect leaders on the basis of the promises they make. We [vampires] try to elect ours based solely on the strength of their character.

This was selfish and wasteful. Cowardly. Nobody should voluntarily give up on life. If it was your time to die, death would calmly claim you. Otherwise it was your duty to press on and live. P29

Lovely Arra Sails, nectar to all males, how I'd like to spear you like a whaler spears a whale!

I'm hungry," he whimpered instead. "Food is on its way." "No," he said. "The other kind of hunger." P198

For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.

But I also slaughtered you real mother and father. In a moment of mad rage, I took their lives and left you an orphan. If you choose to take my life as a payment for theirs, you will be within your rights and no vampire will hold it against you. Pass judgment on me, Gavner Purl, and let your hand rise or fall as destiny decides it must." -Larten Crepsley

You didn't want to die. Most mortals don't, even if they find themselves in as desolate and soul-destroying a spot as you. Almost all of those who take their own lives wish at the last moment that they hadn't. They see at the end how much they've given up, how precious life is, even when it's treated them like dirt and crushed their dreams. Many think they've passed beyond hope, but they never really have, not until they pass beyond life itself. Alas, that knowledge comes too late for most would-be-suicides and they die with regret. Very few are offered the chance that you have been handed.

Those who hate are doomed to become slaves to their hatred. It consumes them like a disease, but it is an illness they cannot–or do not want to–live without.

Nobody had promised as much as the representives of the short man with the silly-looking moustache, p20

When Larten heard that Alicia had married, he felt both jealousy and delight. A selfish part of him had hoped she'd mourn for him the rest of her life. But mostly he was happy that she'd found someone who could give her all that he had failed to provide.

There are some things in life we can never understand, things we are better off not understanding.

Too easily impressed,” Evanna tutted, resuming her former appearance. “You shouldn’t judge by what’s on the outside. Only a fool falls for a pretty face. Are you fools?

I say to hell with Generals, Princes and the rest. Life is too short. I want to live, fight, love, die. Not waste my time studying.

Darren,” Paris called me back. “An excessive amount of alcohol is as bad for the young as for the old. If you are wise, you will drink in moderation.” “Remember what you told me about wisdom a few years ago, Paris?” I replied. “What?” “You said the only way to get wise was to get experienced.” Winking, I rushed out of the Hall

You have wasted your life on hatred and revenge," Mr Crepsley said. "What good is life if there is no joy or creative purpose?

After all, in this world of humans, he was little better than a monster, and what did a monster have to be afraid of in the dark?

You are a true vampire, Darren Shan, as worthy to walk the night as any I know.

Are cobwebs a treat where you come from?

You might be surprised,” Bram said, picking up his pen again. “You’ll answer my questions?” “Aye,” Paris nodded, “but not tonight. I’m entertaining a friend. Remain a few nights and I will let you have your… how did you put it last time… your interview with a vampire.

nephew or niece

It’s not fair,” Sam grumbled. “People always say ‘when you’re older’ Where would the world be if Alexander the Great had ‘waited until he was older’? And how about Joan of Arc? If she’d ‘waited until she was older’, the English might have conquered and colonized France. Who decides when someone’s old enough to make decisions for themselves? It should be down to the individual.” He ranted on for a while longer, complaining about adults and the “corrupt, bloody system” and about the time being ripe for a children’s revolution. It was like listening to a crazy politician on television. “If a child wants to open a chocolate factory, let him open one,” Sam stormed. “If he wants to become a jockey, fine. If he wants to be an explorer and set off for strange, cannibal-populated islands, OK!

Wester

Madam Octa —

Even in death, may you be triumphant.

He turned to leave, then paused and without looking back said, "You do not have to be alone. The world never inflicts loneliness upon us. That is something we choose or reject by ourselves." With that, the ancient vampire slipped away.

But in life we don’t usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we’re in.

Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he’d sworn he would be. He didn’t even shed a tear when the funeral litter was set alight. It was only later, when he was alone in his cell, that he wept loudly, and his cries echoed through the corridors and tunnels of Vampire Mountain, far into the cold, lonely dawn.

Streak struck the backs of my legs with his snout, and I dropped to the ground. As he nudged me on, I understood what he wanted me to do. “No!” I resisted, insides churning. “I can’t!” Streak growled and pushed me forward. I was too weak to argue. Besides, it made sense — I was cold and hungry, but too weak to eat. I needed to get something warm and nourishing into me, something that didn’t need to be chewed. I lay down and wriggled forward, gently shoving the three cubs to one side, making space. The cubs yapped suspiciously at me, then crowded around, sniffed me all over, and accepted me as one of their own. When my face was up close to the suckling she-wolf’s belly, I took a deep breath, paused, then found a teat, closed my lips around it, and drank.