“The past is never really gone. It only lies in wait for you, remembered or forgotten.”
―
Sharon Cameron,
The Forgetting
“I think you are very beautiful," René said, "especially when you are admiring mischief.""You must think that every time I look at you, then.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“You are the variable in every equation, Mademoiselle.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“It's my choice today that is the memory of tomorrow. It's my choice that determines what I will become. Not the memories of the past.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“He thought she was someone who could break the pattern of history. And he was offering to break it with her.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“I said, 'tart'!" she snapped.Lane's brows went up, but I merely continued to smile, choosing to assume that her answer was a reference to where the berries should go, and not to my person.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“Warm sun and robin's-egg skies were inappropriate conditions for sending one's uncle to a lunatic asylum.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“I was just telling your cousin I thought you were sick,” she said to René. “Why, exactly, aren’t you sick?”“Such a darling,” René said to the room. “And so considerate of my health. You’d have me abed all day, wouldn’t you, my love?”“Always,” she replied slowly, “my love.” Though the look she sent clearly added her preference that he be in an unconscious or perhaps a non-breathing state.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“We are supposed to write the truth, for no one to see but ourselves. But how easily that truth can be twisted. Bend a little here, omit a little there, make yourself into the person you wish you were instead of the person you are. How easy to cut the truth away, to throw it in a fire, open your eyes, and have the whole world remember nothing of who you are. Nothing of what you’ve done. When you will not remember who you are or what you’ve done.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“Have you ever thought,” he said after a moment, “that perhaps … all of this could have happened before? That the people of the Time Before, no matter how weak we think them, that they were only making the mistakes of their ancestors, and that we, in turn, are only making the same mistakes as them? Technology or no? That the time changes but people do not, and so we are never really moving forward, only around a bend? That the world only ever turns in circles. Do you think that could be so?” She met his gaze, fascinated. “I don’t know,” she said. “But even if that’s true, then don’t you think there is always someone who can change it? Who could break the pattern? Or who could try? If they chose to. Don’t you think that has to be true as well?”“Yes,” he said, “I do think that.” The tiny fire went out, leaving only the candles. “And I would help you.”“You are helping me,” she said, voice small. “Isn’t that our agreement?”“You know that is not what I mean. I would help you.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“Our clients find me charming. And I find out things Maman and my uncles never could …” “Because people think you’re an imbecile.” “Being … how do you say, underestimated, that is never a bad thing.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“It had taught me that people like to divvy up one another with names. Jew. Catholic. German. Pole. But these were the wrong names. They were the wrong dividing lines. Kindness. Cruelty. Love and hate. These were the borders that mattered.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Light in Hidden Places
“She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“She stared into the dark, motionless, envisioning again the reaction she’d seen when Madame Hasard told René that the money was gone. The way his fists had clenched on the back of his neck, the roughness of his voice that had not been from the rope. It had taken her a little time to analyze, but now she knew. What she had seen was more than shock or the loss of money. More than just pain. What she had seen was the loss of hope. And to lose hope, you must have had hope in the first place. René had been hoping to pay the fee. He’d been hoping to have her. And without the money, he thought he’d lost her. How ridiculous. What could the money have to do with it? How could René Hasard think any such thing, when it was perfectly clear that he belonged to no one but her?” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“I am made of my memories.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“Truth can look so flimsy and feeble sometimes. It's one of the things I hold against it.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“We're always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That's all.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Light in Hidden Places
“She was clever, and beautiful, and hard as burnished bronze.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“Daughter stealer.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“I think you are very beautiful," René said, "especially when you are admiring mischief.""You must think that every time I look at you, then.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“You are the variable in every equation, Mademoiselle.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“It's my choice today that is the memory of tomorrow. It's my choice that determines what I will become. Not the memories of the past.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“He thought she was someone who could break the pattern of history. And he was offering to break it with her.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“I said, 'tart'!" she snapped.Lane's brows went up, but I merely continued to smile, choosing to assume that her answer was a reference to where the berries should go, and not to my person.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“Warm sun and robin's-egg skies were inappropriate conditions for sending one's uncle to a lunatic asylum.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“I was just telling your cousin I thought you were sick,” she said to René. “Why, exactly, aren’t you sick?”“Such a darling,” René said to the room. “And so considerate of my health. You’d have me abed all day, wouldn’t you, my love?”“Always,” she replied slowly, “my love.” Though the look she sent clearly added her preference that he be in an unconscious or perhaps a non-breathing state.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“We are supposed to write the truth, for no one to see but ourselves. But how easily that truth can be twisted. Bend a little here, omit a little there, make yourself into the person you wish you were instead of the person you are. How easy to cut the truth away, to throw it in a fire, open your eyes, and have the whole world remember nothing of who you are. Nothing of what you’ve done. When you will not remember who you are or what you’ve done.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“Have you ever thought,” he said after a moment, “that perhaps … all of this could have happened before? That the people of the Time Before, no matter how weak we think them, that they were only making the mistakes of their ancestors, and that we, in turn, are only making the same mistakes as them? Technology or no? That the time changes but people do not, and so we are never really moving forward, only around a bend? That the world only ever turns in circles. Do you think that could be so?” She met his gaze, fascinated. “I don’t know,” she said. “But even if that’s true, then don’t you think there is always someone who can change it? Who could break the pattern? Or who could try? If they chose to. Don’t you think that has to be true as well?”“Yes,” he said, “I do think that.” The tiny fire went out, leaving only the candles. “And I would help you.”“You are helping me,” she said, voice small. “Isn’t that our agreement?”“You know that is not what I mean. I would help you.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“Our clients find me charming. And I find out things Maman and my uncles never could …” “Because people think you’re an imbecile.” “Being … how do you say, underestimated, that is never a bad thing.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“It had taught me that people like to divvy up one another with names. Jew. Catholic. German. Pole. But these were the wrong names. They were the wrong dividing lines. Kindness. Cruelty. Love and hate. These were the borders that mattered.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Light in Hidden Places
“She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Dark Unwinding
“She stared into the dark, motionless, envisioning again the reaction she’d seen when Madame Hasard told René that the money was gone. The way his fists had clenched on the back of his neck, the roughness of his voice that had not been from the rope. It had taken her a little time to analyze, but now she knew. What she had seen was more than shock or the loss of money. More than just pain. What she had seen was the loss of hope. And to lose hope, you must have had hope in the first place. René had been hoping to pay the fee. He’d been hoping to have her. And without the money, he thought he’d lost her. How ridiculous. What could the money have to do with it? How could René Hasard think any such thing, when it was perfectly clear that he belonged to no one but her?” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“I am made of my memories.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“Truth can look so flimsy and feeble sometimes. It's one of the things I hold against it.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Forgetting
“We're always living days we can never get back. So we make new ones. That's all.” ― Sharon Cameron, The Light in Hidden Places
“She was clever, and beautiful, and hard as burnished bronze.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
“Daughter stealer.” ― Sharon Cameron, Rook
