“Life,” he said softly, “is more than flesh. Your body is a candle, your soul the flame. The longer I burn the candle...” He did not finish. “A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick,” I said.“I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out than sit forever in darkness.”
―
S. Jae-Jones,
Wintersong
“What’s the use of running, if we are on the wrong road.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sortof music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What is eternal life but a prolonged death.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?"Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs. "The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go.""Yes." His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. "He lets her go.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth.” “Then your name, mein Herr.” He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. “No.” “Why?” “So you will forget me,” he said simply. “You cannot love a man with no name.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What would you do, if you were a free man?”“I would take my violin and play. I would walk the world and play, until someone called me by name and called me home.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again andagain and again.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the monster I choose” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below, and keeps the wheel of life turning.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What I wouldn’t give to be the object of someone’s desire, just for one moment. What I wouldn’t give to taste that fruit, that heady sweetness, of being wanted. I wanted. I wanted what Käthe took for granted. I wanted wantonness.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are a man with music in his soul. You are capricious, contrary, contradictory. You delight in childish games, and delight even more in winning. For a man of such intense piety, you are surprisingly petty. You are a gentleman, a virtuoso, a scholar, and a martyr, and of those masks, I like the martyr least of all. You are austere, you are pompous, you are pretentious, you are foolish.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“It isn’t life that keeps the world turning; it is love.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Shadowsong
“His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“She was the sun and he was the earth waking from a thaw.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What’s the use of running, if we are on the wrong road.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“There is music in your soul. A wild and untamed sortof music that speaks to me. It defies all the rules and laws you humans set upon it. It grows from inside you, and I have a wish to set that music free.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What is eternal life but a prolonged death.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“The kiss is sweeter than sin and fiercer than temptation. I am not gentle, I am not kind; I am rough and wild and savage.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Once there was a little girl who played her music for a little boy in the wood. She was small and dark, he was tall and fair, and the two of them made a fancy pair as they danced together, dancing to the music the little girl heard in her head.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the one who wanted a happy ending, my dear. So you tell me, how does the story end?"Tears slipped from my face, and he wiped them away with his thumbs. "The foolish young man lets the beautiful maiden go.""Yes." His voice was clotted thick with unshed emotion. "He lets her go.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Yes, you have the very soul of me, Elisabeth.” “Then your name, mein Herr.” He laughed softly, but it was a gasp of pain, not of joy. “No.” “Why?” “So you will forget me,” he said simply. “You cannot love a man with no name.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Your music," he said at last. "Your music was the only thing that kept me sane, that kept me human instead of a monster.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What would you do, if you were a free man?”“I would take my violin and play. I would walk the world and play, until someone called me by name and called me home.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“I am not a saint; I am a sinner. I want to sin again andagain and again.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are the monster I choose” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“Love is the bridge that spans the world above and below, and keeps the wheel of life turning.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“What I wouldn’t give to be the object of someone’s desire, just for one moment. What I wouldn’t give to taste that fruit, that heady sweetness, of being wanted. I wanted. I wanted what Käthe took for granted. I wanted wantonness.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“You are a man with music in his soul. You are capricious, contrary, contradictory. You delight in childish games, and delight even more in winning. For a man of such intense piety, you are surprisingly petty. You are a gentleman, a virtuoso, a scholar, and a martyr, and of those masks, I like the martyr least of all. You are austere, you are pompous, you are pretentious, you are foolish.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“It isn’t life that keeps the world turning; it is love.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Shadowsong
“His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
“She was the sun and he was the earth waking from a thaw.” ― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
