Angela Slatter > Quotes

“Memories change and shift, ferment in our minds; they are never the same when we take them out as they were when first we put them in.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Confess how you worship and obey Lucifer, the fallen one.”
"You fool. I worship none, and what woman with a brain in her head obeys anyone, let alone a failure?”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“there’s a part of us which is still yearning for the tales that we were told as children, the ones that shaped us, the ones that taught us the value of imagination. Fairy tales may very well be the greatest of all the tales we’ll ever read; when we’re first given them they seem so simple, so easily recognisable—and as we grow older, we see the darkness behind them, their passions and their horrors.”
― Angela Slatter, Sourdough and Other Stories

“We do not always love wisely.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Females are seldom remembered once they've gone beneath the earth; indeed, many go unremarked while they're still upon it.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“I suspect it also gives her bitter amusement, beneath her sweet silly façade, to defy her husband so, a man who preaches fire and brimstone at adulterers and fornicators, drinkers and usurers, gamblers and gluttons, yet is determined to be the cause of his wife's demise.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Some lost things are meant to stay that way and it’s best not to go looking. Sometimes the lost things—they look back.”
― Angela Slatter, Sourdough and Other Stories

“It used to be black and white. It used to be more obvious. Nowadays? Everyone on this planet is tainted to some degree. Once upon a time, there were villains of a memorable –perhaps even admirable –scale. But now? Without contrast it’s hard to see the differences. I miss that –the delineation of great evil from banal nastiness.”
― Angela Slatter, Four Horrifying Tales

“if I did not look directly at it, I felt certain I would not see it and if I did not see it then surely it could not exist.”
― Angela Slatter, The Bitterwood Bible and Other Recountings

“People, said Sybille, were not meant to be alone. Men and women, women and women, men and men, all should find each other. Solitude was for those broken beyond repair.”
― Angela Slatter, Sourdough and Other Stories

“If you help keep a person in the world, the good and ill they do is always partially yours.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Nigra sum sed formosa,”
― Angela Slatter, Sourdough and Other Stories

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― Angela Slatter, Restoration

“Look to shore when sailing away, else to home you'll never return.”
― Angela Slatter

“I've loved her so long, and she's loved me... but she's self-seeking, Patience, I know this. She takes what she desires and gives only what she doesn't want. So, so selfish. I would I could walk away from her.
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That she lives on the sight of her own reflection in the eyes of others. That her love seems like the sun but is really a shadow that creeps in and leaves no room for anything else.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Here was my twin, the balm for an ache I had not known existed. I wanted to lick him and see if he was poison-flavoured.”
― Angela Slatter, Red New Day & Other Microfictions

“I promise no miracles for I know all too well that Dame Fate has a penchant for making a liar of the best-intentioned individual.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“And though all seems forgiven, it is not forgotten. It's there like a lump beneath the carpet, a scar below the skin, a body hidden under the earth.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“I remember all too well that one cannot put an old head on young shoulders.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“The forest, Ina, is wide and dark; it's a cathedral in need of parishioners.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“Las mujeres rara vez son recordadas una vez yacen bajo tierra; de hecho, muchas pasan desapercibidas cuando todavía la pisan.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“The old woman gives me an easy grateful smile and I think, more and more, that mothers do not like their sons any more than they like their husbands.”
― Angela Slatter, Of Sorrow and Such

“It could have been worse,” I venture.
“How precisely?”
I think about it. “I’m not entirely sure, but most things can be worse.”
― Angela Slatter, Red New Day & Other Microfictions