“You were never a villain to me.”
―
Heather Walter,
Malice
“Remember what I said, Alyce. About monsters.” The words are low, spoken in a tone that wakes something deep in my core. “Take care you don’t become what they think you are.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“Tragedy teaches us things about ourselves and about others.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Sometimes we do not like what we see. But we have to look anyway. We have to know.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“There's nothing for me here. I'm tired of being a villain.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“He went on thus to call over names celebrated in Scottish song, and most of which had recently received a romantic interest from his own pen. In fact, I saw a great part of the border country spread out before me, and could trace the scenes of those poems and romances which had, in a manner, bewitched the world. I gazed about me for a time with mute surprise, I may almost say with disappointment. I beheld a mere succession of gray waving hills, line beyond line, as far as my eye could reach; monotonous in their aspect, and so destitute of trees, that one could almost see a stout fly walking along their profile; and the far-famed Tweed appeared a naked stream, flowing between bare hills, without a tree or thicket on its banks; and yet, such had been the magic web of poetry and romance thrown over the whole, that it had a greater charm for me than the richest scenery I beheld in England.I could not help giving utterance to my thoughts. Scott hummed for a moment to himself, and looked grave; he had no idea of having his muse complimented at the expense of his native hills. "It may be partiality," said he, at length; "but to my eye, these gray hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grayhills; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!” ― Washington Irving, Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey
“Perhaps managers still saw themselves in workers, people they considered their fellow Americans. I often picture it literally—three white men seated in a room, signing a contract: Walter Reuther of the United Automobile Workers; Charles Wilson, the General Motors chief executive; and President Dwight Eisenhower. Their handshakes seal the deal for a broad, white middle class. Then, in the mid-sixties, there’s a commotion at the door. Women and people of color are demanding a seat at the table, ready to join the contract for shared prosperity. But no longer able to see themselves reflected in the other signatories, the leaders of government and big business walk out, leaving workers on their own—and the Inequality Era was born.” ― Heather McGhee, The Sum of Us: What Racism Costs Everyone and How We Can Prosper Together
“I want to kiss you, Alyce.” I can hardly hear her over the stampede in my ears. I drag my gaze up. Her eyes are an indigo-amethyst and glimmering with something I can’t name. The neckline of her bodice rises and falls in a rhythm that matches my own. “You’re the first and last person I’ve ever wanted.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“History is written by victors.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“I understand that you care for her. That she was kind to you before. But sometimes Nimara, people are not who we believe they are.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“You saved me,” she says. I let out a breathless laugh. “Of course I did. I love you. I don’t know how to do anything else but love you.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Maybe Aurora only cared for me because it was easy to do. Because she held all the power. And now that the situation is reversed, she is no longer interested.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“We might never fully understand or relate to each other. We'll never be able to go back to the people we used to be. [..] But that doesn't mean it's ruined, does it?” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“-And now I'm worried, Aurora goes on,-that you don't love me anymore. That in the last hundred years, you became obsessed with the idea of me. And that is not the same as love.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Magic is everywhere...Even humans carry a spark of it in their fragile, fickle souls. All you need to do is reach out and find it.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“There's nothing for me here, I'm tired of being a villain""You were never a villain to me".” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“I don't know how to do anything else but love you.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“The hill between the manor and forest displayed layers of Lady Croft's prized gardens. Paved pathways wove through a formal Italian garden, rose garden, water garden, lily pond, and a tulip garden built around Roman ruins.Maggie stood beside a statue of the goddess Hemera and a row of yew bushes that had been neatly pruned into a wall to form the perimeter of the Croft family maze. Walter sat nearby on a picnic blanket as she scanned the hillside above the maze to see if she could find Libby's copper-streaked hair among the immaculate gardens and all the people dressed in their finest for this entree into Ladenbrooke's gardens.The Croft family opened the front gate to the public once each summer. Hundreds of people from around the Cotswolds came to peruse Lady Croft's magnificent displays- the golden heather, purple dahlias, peach lilies floating on the pond.” ― Melanie Dobson, Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor
“There is no one but myself.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“Remember what I said, Alyce. About monsters.” The words are low, spoken in a tone that wakes something deep in my core. “Take care you don’t become what they think you are.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“Tragedy teaches us things about ourselves and about others.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Sometimes we do not like what we see. But we have to look anyway. We have to know.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“There's nothing for me here. I'm tired of being a villain.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“He went on thus to call over names celebrated in Scottish song, and most of which had recently received a romantic interest from his own pen. In fact, I saw a great part of the border country spread out before me, and could trace the scenes of those poems and romances which had, in a manner, bewitched the world. I gazed about me for a time with mute surprise, I may almost say with disappointment. I beheld a mere succession of gray waving hills, line beyond line, as far as my eye could reach; monotonous in their aspect, and so destitute of trees, that one could almost see a stout fly walking along their profile; and the far-famed Tweed appeared a naked stream, flowing between bare hills, without a tree or thicket on its banks; and yet, such had been the magic web of poetry and romance thrown over the whole, that it had a greater charm for me than the richest scenery I beheld in England.I could not help giving utterance to my thoughts. Scott hummed for a moment to himself, and looked grave; he had no idea of having his muse complimented at the expense of his native hills. "It may be partiality," said he, at length; "but to my eye, these gray hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grayhills; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!” ― Washington Irving, Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey
“Perhaps managers still saw themselves in workers, people they considered their fellow Americans. I often picture it literally—three white men seated in a room, signing a contract: Walter Reuther of the United Automobile Workers; Charles Wilson, the General Motors chief executive; and President Dwight Eisenhower. Their handshakes seal the deal for a broad, white middle class. Then, in the mid-sixties, there’s a commotion at the door. Women and people of color are demanding a seat at the table, ready to join the contract for shared prosperity. But no longer able to see themselves reflected in the other signatories, the leaders of government and big business walk out, leaving workers on their own—and the Inequality Era was born.” ― Heather McGhee, The Sum of Us: What Racism Costs Everyone and How We Can Prosper Together
“I want to kiss you, Alyce.” I can hardly hear her over the stampede in my ears. I drag my gaze up. Her eyes are an indigo-amethyst and glimmering with something I can’t name. The neckline of her bodice rises and falls in a rhythm that matches my own. “You’re the first and last person I’ve ever wanted.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“History is written by victors.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“I understand that you care for her. That she was kind to you before. But sometimes Nimara, people are not who we believe they are.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“You saved me,” she says. I let out a breathless laugh. “Of course I did. I love you. I don’t know how to do anything else but love you.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Maybe Aurora only cared for me because it was easy to do. Because she held all the power. And now that the situation is reversed, she is no longer interested.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“We might never fully understand or relate to each other. We'll never be able to go back to the people we used to be. [..] But that doesn't mean it's ruined, does it?” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“-And now I'm worried, Aurora goes on,-that you don't love me anymore. That in the last hundred years, you became obsessed with the idea of me. And that is not the same as love.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“Magic is everywhere...Even humans carry a spark of it in their fragile, fickle souls. All you need to do is reach out and find it.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“There's nothing for me here, I'm tired of being a villain""You were never a villain to me".” ― Heather Walter, Malice
“I don't know how to do anything else but love you.” ― Heather Walter, Misrule
“The hill between the manor and forest displayed layers of Lady Croft's prized gardens. Paved pathways wove through a formal Italian garden, rose garden, water garden, lily pond, and a tulip garden built around Roman ruins.Maggie stood beside a statue of the goddess Hemera and a row of yew bushes that had been neatly pruned into a wall to form the perimeter of the Croft family maze. Walter sat nearby on a picnic blanket as she scanned the hillside above the maze to see if she could find Libby's copper-streaked hair among the immaculate gardens and all the people dressed in their finest for this entree into Ladenbrooke's gardens.The Croft family opened the front gate to the public once each summer. Hundreds of people from around the Cotswolds came to peruse Lady Croft's magnificent displays- the golden heather, purple dahlias, peach lilies floating on the pond.” ― Melanie Dobson, Shadows of Ladenbrooke Manor
“There is no one but myself.” ― Heather Walter, Malice
