Stephanie Garber Quotes

Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything.

Every good story needs a villain. But the best villains are the ones you secretly like.

She imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.

In the morning, you can forget it. You can go back to pretending you don't like me, and I can pretend that I don't care. But for tonight, let me pretend you're mine.

Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether. Elusive, difficult to hold on to. But not much is needed.

Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people.

Every story has four parts - the beginning, the middle, the almost ending, and the true ending.

I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.

No one is truly honest,” Nigel answered. “Even if we don't lie to others, we often lie to ourselves. And the word good means different things to different people.

It hurts, Jacks.” “I know, love. I’m going to take you somewhere safe.

Where were you?” she asked. “I was killing innocent maidens and kicking puppies.” “Jacks, that’s not funny.

Occasionally, there are minutes that get extra seconds. Moments so precious the universe stretches to make additional room for them.

I wish our story could have had another ending.

Hope is a difficult thing to kill, just a spark of it can start a fire.

Most of my life, I’ve romanticized death. I used to love the idea of something being so tremendous that it was worth dying for. But I was wrong. I think the most magnificent things are worth living for.

He held her with the type of intensity that only happens when a person wants something that isn't quite theirs.

Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won't wake up.

I don't know if I can fix your broken heart, but you can take mine because it's already yours.

And he loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her so much he’d rewritten history.

Whatever you've heard about Caraval, it doesn't compare to the reality. It's more than just a game or performance. It's the closest you'll ever find yourself magic in this world.

She remembered thinking falling for him would be like falling in love with darkness, but now she imagined he was more like a starry night: the constellations were always there, constant, magnificent guides against the ever-present black.

This is my choice, and I choose you, Donatella. I don’t need immortality. You’re my forever.

Some things are worth pursuit regardless of the cost.

Gold shimmered no matter what, but few people could make darkness glitter the way he did.

If you think I'm jealous because someone else got to stab you, then you're right.

I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I’m your monster, Evangeline.

I do not want you dead, and I’ll kill anyone who tries.

I’m going to go back and stop your son from killing her.” The queen’s face fell. For a moment, she looked as old as the years she’d spent lying in a suspended state. “That is not a small mistake to fix. If you do this, Time will take something equally valuable from you.” The Fate gave the queen a look more vicious than any curse. “There is nothing of equal value to me.

So,’ she said cautiously, 'is all this your way of telling me you’re the villain?’ His chuckle was dark. 'I’m definitely not the hero.’ 'I already knew that,’ Tella said. 'It’s my story, so clearly I’m the hero.

Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.

Glad to know you're thinking about me when you kiss your husband.

I'm the villain, even in my own story.

Jacks no longer felt like her enemy, he felt like her home.

Not everyone gets a true ending. There are two types of endings because most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, where the situation feels hopeless. But that’s when hope is needed most. only those who persevere can find their true ending.

No one is truly honest. Even if we don't lie to others, we often lie to ourselves. And the word good means different things to different people.

It's better this way, sister. There's more to life than staying safe...

Welcome, welcome to Caraval! The grandest show on land or by sea. Inside you’ll experience more wonders than most people see in a lifetime. You can sip magic from a cup and buy dreams in a bottle. But before you fully enter into our world, you must remember it’s all a game.

All stories are made of both truths and lies, [...] What matters is the way that we believe in them.

If you can convince yourself it's true, you can convince anyone.

Hope is a powerful thing. Some say it’s a different breed of magic altogether.

Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger.

The fates weren't dangerous because they were evil; the fates were dangerous because they couldn't tell the difference between evil and good.

It's all right. I'd probably kill another man if I found him with you like this.

I already told you. You are the love of my life. You are mine, Jacks of the Hollow. And you’re not going to be the end of me.” “But you were dying.” “No,” she said, a little embarrassed. “I just forgot to breathe.

His mouth was crashing against hers. He tasted like exquisite nightmares and stolen dreams, like the wings of fallen angels, and bottles of fresh moonlight.

She tried to pull away, but Jacks held tight, knotting her hair in his fist and keeping his forehead pressed to hers. "Please, Little Fox, remember.

But you have to have a working heart for it to break.

[...] After I got mauled by the wolf, my scars weren't sexy scars-" "He just said sexy scars," Jacks drawled. "Are you really listening to this?

Sorry to break your fairytale, Little Fox, but ballads don't end happily, and neither do the two of us.

The future knows what things we desire, unless there is something greater in our path that chases us away.

I’m not trying to win her hand. I’m offering her mine, and everything that comes with it, hoping she’ll take it and decide she wants to keep it.

The girl was dead. If her lifeless body had not confirmed it, then it would have been made clear by the horrible scream of the Fate who held her in his arms. The story curse was familiar with pain, but this was agony, the sort of raw grief that was only seen once in a century. The Fate was every tear that anyone had ever shed for lost love. He was pain given form.

He tasted like midnight and wind, and shades of rich brown and light blue. Colors that made her feel safe and guarded.

The boy who’d saved her from drowning in more ways than one.

It smelled of him; of apples and magic and cold,moonlit nights.

Dark was for stars and dreams and the magic that took place in between days.

He smelled of magic and heartbreak, and something about the combination made her think that despite what he claimed, he wanted to be her hero.

You're the starlight to his darkness, and if you feel the same about him, you should give him another chance.

She was the moth and Jacks was still the flame.

Nothing has been safe since the moment I laid eyes on you. And yet I don't want to look away.

I think I've made a mistake.' 'Then make it into something better.

The Fate gave the queen a look more vicious than any curse. 'There is nothing of equal value to me.

Some would probably call him a villain. Others would say his magic makes him closer to a god.

Once upon a time, a girl who believed in fairytales stole the heart of a prince who had sworn to never love.

The Fate didn’t move. He didn’t let the girl go. He looked as if he never would. He continued holding her as if he could return her to life with the force of his will. His eyes were wet with blood. Red tears fell down his cheeks and onto hers. But the girl didn’t stir.

Tella was the sister who would destroy the world if anything happened to Scarlett, but Scarlett’s world would be destroyed if anything happened to Tella.

Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous.

He would carry her through more than just freezing waters. He would pull her through fire if he had to, haul her from the clutches of war, from falling cities and breaking worlds . . .

Just because something is real doesn't mean you believe in it.

For anyone who has ever hoped for a second chance.

Do you always focus on what you're giving up, rather than what you'll be gaining? Some things are worth pursuit regardless of the cost.

Legends were supposed to be better than the truth.

This isn’t just for now, it’s for always, Little Fox.

She feared that dreams were like fairytales, a little bit true and not entirely trustworthy

This was why love was so dangerous. Love turn the whole world into a garden, so beguiling it was easy to forget that rose petals were as ephemeral as feelings, eventually they would wilt and die, leaving nothing but the thorns.

Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you're not pretty." "If you really hated me, you wouldn't find me attractive at all." "I never said I had good taste.

Every story has the potential for infinite endings

Jacks gave her a smile that was all sharp edges. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth, and something godforsaken washed over his expression. "Hurt is what made me.

I'll never understand humans." Poison sighed. "All of you seem to welcome our lies, but you never like it when we tell the truth.

Sometimes it's easier to have someone else wound you.

What's so dangerous about my arms?' he murmured. 'For me, everything.

I'm broken. I like to break things. Sometimes I want to break you." "Then break me Jacks.

Every story has four parts: the beginning, the middle, the almost-ending, and the true ending. Unfortunately, not everyone gets a true ending. Most people give up at the part of the story where things are the worst, when the situation feels hopeless, but that is where hope is needed most. Only those who persevere can find their true ending.

She wasn't making love choices, she was making compromising choices because she wanted love. Luc wasn't her weakness- love was. Not even just love but the idea of it.

It didn't matter if he stayed forever cursed. All that mattered was that he stayed, that he chose her instead of fear.

He gritted his teeth. “Being yours does not make you mine.

You don't want to be the hero, you want the happy ending- that's why you came to me. If you do this, that will never happen. Heroes don't get happy endings. They give them to other people. Is that what you really want?

He was still indescribably breathtaking, but it was all the tragic beauty of a sky where every single star was falling. His hair was a storm of broken gold. His eyes were a mess of silver and blue.

I used to be scared of it, but now I think love is another type of magic. It makes everything brighter, it makes people who have it stronger, it breaks rules that aren't supposed to exist, it's infinitely valuable.

He held on to her as if she were a grudge, his body rigid ad tense, as if he really didn't want her there, and yet his arms were tight around her waist as though he had no intention of ever letting her go.

She used to think love was like a house. Once it was built, a person got to live in it forever. But now she wondered if love was more like a war with new foes constantly appearing and battles creeping up.

She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life.

I swear this is what I really want.” He spoke each word like a vow. “I want to erase every moment you and I have spent together, every word you’ve said to me, and every time I’ve touched you, because if I don’t, I’ll kill you, just like I killed the Fox.

Whatever it is, Jacks, you won't feel the same in a minute." He swalloved hard and clenched his jaw. "You have no idea what I'm feeling now." He looked at her lips, and the most tortured expression she'd ever seen crossed his face. When Jacks wanted something, it was with an intensity that could break worlds and build kingdoms. That was the energy pouring off him now, as if he wanted to destroy her and make her his queen all at once.

Jacks looked down on her from the dark nightstand where he’d perched himself. His long legs draped negligently over the edge of the furniture as his hands played with an apple and a knife. “You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.” Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was having a nightmare.” “It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.

Jacks’s chest was heaving, his clothes were soaked, his hair was a mess across his face—yet in that moment, Evangeline knew he would carry her through more than just freezing waters. He would pull her through fire if he had to, haul her from the clutches of war, from falling cities and breaking worlds. And for one brittle heartbeat, Evangeline understood why so many girls had died from his lips. If Jacks hadn’t betrayed her, if he hadn’t set her up for murder, she might have been a little bewitched by him.

What happens beyond this gate may frighten or excite you, but don’t let any of it trick you. We will try to convince you it’s real, but all of it is a performance. A world built of make-believe. So while we want you to get swept away, be careful of being swept too far away. Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won’t wake up.

Maybe it would be better to forget him. She hadn’t wanted the forgetting before, but she wanted it now. She wanted the pain to end. She wanted to forget his dimpled smile, his brilliant blue eyes, the way he called her Little Fox. And suddenly, her chest was tight at the thought she might never hear that nickname again. And she didn’t want to forget. She didn’t want to forget at all. She didn’t want the memories erased or rewritten; she wanted more of them.

I can’t say that I understand love, or that I’m very good at it, because I’ve never loved anyone before. But I love everything about you, Donatella Dragna. Everything.” His hand dropped lower to stroke her jaw. “I love the secrets you haven’t told me, and the lies you’ve tried to get away with. I love your stubbornness and your persistence. I love the way you always pretend not to care when I visit you in dreams. I love that you never stop fighting for what you want or the people you love, even when they don’t deserve it. I love you, I don’t intend to stop loving you, and I hope that somewhere deep inside, you still love me, too.

I used to fear it meant that I had no real choices. Then I secretly hoped fate was real and that you and I were fated, that by some miraculous chance I was your true love. But now I don’t care if fate is real—because I don’t need it to decide for me. I don’t need it to make this choice. I’ve made my decision, Jacks. It’s you. It will always be you, until the end of time. And I’ll fight fate or anyone else who tries to tear us apart- including you. You are my choice. You are my love. You are mine. And you are not going to be the end of me, Jacks.