Quotes From "Rapture" By Carol Ann Duffy

History can be rewritten, but at what cost? Lauren Kate

There is no dark, darker than the distorted great light. Lauren Kate

Light doesn’t always keep the dark things away, ” Nyx said. Kameron Hurley

He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap. Phillip W. Simpson

Then the angels, the demon, and the Nephilim flew to distant corners of the sky, leaving a moment's brilliant flash of light behind them, as below, Luce and Daniel fell in love for the first-and the last- time Lauren Kate

Men did not like women to weep. It reminded them of their own failings. Kameron Hurley

The past is important for all the information and wisdom it holds. But you can get lost in it. You've got to learn to keep the knowledge of the past with you as you pursue the present. Lauren Kate

You said a curse is only a curse if I allowed myself to me cursed by it. You said... I had it in my power to free myself of any curse - that curses were preludes to blessings... Lauren Kate

And there is good money to be made when things are bad. Kameron Hurley

He still loved her–and every moment that he didn’t have her hurt him deeply. That was why he’d spent the past nine days with a shadow of her soul, why he’d sought to reset the entire universe to have her back. Lauren Kate

I thought that what I felt for you was right, " Luce said. "I loved you until it hurt me, until our love was consumed by your pride and rage. The thing you called love made me disappear. So I had to stop loving." She Paused. "Our adoration never diminished the Throne, but your love diminished me. I never meant to hurt you. I only meant to stop you from hurting me. Lauren Kate

We must rewrite our story from one of fear to one of celebration. Kameron Hurley

I found the words at the back of a drawer, wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold, dull gold. I had held them before, years ago, then put them away, forgetting whatever it was I could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips, like a pledge, like a kiss, and my breathwarmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words, and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm —I love you, I love you, I love you —as though they were new. . Carol Ann Duffy

I found the words at the back of a drawer, wrapped in black cloth, like three ringsslipped from a dead woman’s hand, cold, dull gold. I had held them before, years ago, then put them away, forgetting whatever it was I could use them to say. I touched the first to my lips, like a pledge, like a kiss, and my breathwarmed them, the words I needed to utter this, small words, and few. I rubbed at them till they gleamed in my palm —I love you, I love you, I love you —as though they were new." Finding the Words. Carol Ann Duffy

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour, bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich. We find an hour together, spend it not on flowersor wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch. For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hairlike treasure on the ground; the Midas lightturning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for herewe are millionaires, backhanding the nightso nothing dark will end our shining hour, no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spithung from the blade of grass at your ear, no chandelier or spotlight see you better litthan here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor, but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw. Carol Ann Duffy

I tend the mobile nowlike an injured bird We text, text, textour significant words. I re-read your first, your second, your third, look for your small xx, feeling absurd. The codes we sendarrive with a broken chord. I try to picture your hands, their image is blurred. Nothing my thumbs presswill ever be heard." Text Carol Ann Duffy

When did your namechange from a proper nounto a charm? Its three vowelslike jewelson the thread of my breath. Its consonantsbrushing my mouthlike a kiss. I love your name. I say it again and againin this summer rain. I see it, discreet in the alphabet, like a wish. I pray itinto the nighttill its letters are light. I hear your namerhyming, rhyming, rhyming with everything." Name Carol Ann Duffy

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllableslike a charm, like a spell. Falling in loveis glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heartlike a tiger ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin. Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in. I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze, staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud, from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at meas I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you areon the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream." You. Carol Ann Duffy

Give me, you said, on our very first night, the forest. I rose from the bed and went out, and when I returned, you listened, enthralled, to the shadowy story I told. Give me the river, you asked the next night, then I’ll love you forever. I slipped from your arms and was gone, and when I came back, you listened, at dawn, to the glittering story I told. Give me, you said, the goldfrom the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed, and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast, for the dazzling story I told. Give me, the hedgerows, give me the fields, I slid from the warmth of our sheets, and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep, you stirred at the story I told.give me the silvery cold, of the moon. I pulled on my boots and my coat, but when i came back, moonlight on your throatoutshone the story I told Give me, you howledon our sixth night together, the wind in the trees. You turned to the wall as I left, and when I came home, I saw you were deafto the blustering story I told. Give me the sky, all the spaceit can hold. I left you, the last night we loved, and when I returned, you were gone with the gold, and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields, and this is the story I’ve told." Give . Carol Ann Duffy

We worship the same God and we carry the same sins. Kameron Hurley

What were all of them, really, but bits of something else? Bits of stars? Kameron Hurley

Ahmed turned, and leaned into him. Kissed him on the mouth again.“ I’m pretty fucked up, ” Eshe said.“ It’s a good thing I’m perfect, then. Kameron Hurley

Stained-glass windows glowed faintly in the moonlight streaming through, illuminating the sculpture of Christ on the cross that hung above the altar. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Then the sculpture seemed to move, and Christ’s body twisted on the cross to look directly at him....Jesus, the son of God and his saviour, seemed be smiling at him. Phillip W. Simpson

It was strange how you didn’t realise how much you loved a place until you had lost it completely. Kameron Hurley

There was a fine line between madness and intelligence. Kameron Hurley

It was the secret to winning any contest, he said, in life or in the boxing ring — you just had to get up more than you fell down. Kameron Hurley

You started caring about somebody, you did stupid things. Kameron Hurley

It all came apart once you started caring for something outside yourself. Kameron Hurley

Every time Nyx thought she’d gotten out of the business of killing boys, she shot another one. Kameron Hurley

Because until you know what you want to be, other people are just going to keep trying to make you into something useful for them. Kameron Hurley

Nobody really knows what I am, ” Nyx said. “Not until I put a bullet in their head. Kameron Hurley