“And what, pray, have you done to better the lot of others? You call each other sisters, but are we all not sisters? The seamstress ruining her eyesight to keep her children in porridge? The suffragists fighting for the vote? The girls younger than I who would ask for a living wage, whose working conditions are so deplorable they were locked in a burning factory? They could make use of your precious help. It is daunting to be a woman in any world. What good does our power do us when it must be kept secret?”
The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray. (via butiloveyouinyourfuck-mepumps)
Possible reference to the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire? Honestly, Libba is part of the reason I’m a feminist.
(Source: hersunkendream)
The Order Reborn
“We’re alive with our new secret, with the way we belong to each other and to something other than the dull passing of hours with nothing to look forward to besides our routines. It makes me feel even more powerful than the whiskey, and I want it to go on forever.”
But people can be cursed, can’t they? They could have something, an affliction, that’s beyond their control. Couldn’t they? - Pippa Cross
Where has the time gone…
“But forgiveness…I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”
(Source: vashti)
Gemma Doyle Trilogy Music List
Dark Waltz by Hayley Westenra
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together
I’ll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven
“852. “And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I’m not sure how to hold on to, though I’m desperate to try.”
“Heaven’s brightest and best-loved angel, who was cast out for inspiring a rebellion against God. Having lost Heaven, Lucifer and his rebel angels vowed to continue fighting here on earth.”
“I don’t understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven.”
“True. But he wasn’t content to serve. He wanted more.”
“He had all he could ask for, didn’t he?” Ann asks.
“Exactly.” Miss Moore states. “He had to ask. He was dependent upon someone else’s whim. It’s a terrible thing to have no power of one’s own. To be denied.”
“I’m like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I’m flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I’m still me.”
(Source: inkedsprite)
