Helen Quotes

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
― Shakespeare William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.”
― Guy de Maupassant

“So what are you doing next Friday night?"
"What have you got in mind?"
"We could try hitting each other with cars," she suggested cheerfully.
"Did that last weekend with Jase," he said with mock regret.
"Go to the zoo and throw ourselves to the lions?" she fired back quickly, desperate to keep him focused on her rather than his caved-in chest.
"The Romans sort of wore that one out. Got anything original?"
"I'll think of something," she warned him.
"Can't wait!”
― Josephine Angelini, Starcrossed

“You certainly do heal fast. But you'll still have some impressive bruises, so if I were you I'd avoid your father for the rest of the night."
"I'll just tell him you abuse me," Helen said with a shrug. She jumped off the examining table.
"And I'll tell him you like it," he teased back.”
― Josephine Angelini, Starcrossed

“Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“I saw thee once - only once - years ago:
I must not say how many - but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared stir, unless on tiptoe -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death -
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in the parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.

Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
Fell upon the upturn'd faces of the roses,
And on thine own, upturn'd - alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight -
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footsteps stirred: the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! - oh, G**!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
Save only thee and me. I paused - I looked -
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind the garden was enchanted!)
The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the repining trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
All - all expired save thee - save less than thou:
Save only divine light in thine eyes -
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them - they were the world to me.
I saw but them - saw only them for hours -
Saw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deep -
How fathomless a capacity for love!
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go - they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me - they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers - yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle -
My duty, to be saved by their bright fire,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope,)
And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still - two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven and Other Poems

“I am woman, hear me roar.”
― Helen Reddy

“Dear sir: twelve hours is as twelve years to me. I imagine you in your home, smiling, thinking of me. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you, every moment we're apart.”
― Laura Whitcomb, A Certain Slant of Light

“I'm not very good with anything physical...' she began as they turned down a hallway she had never seen.
He flashed her a grin as they walked.
'I find that hard to believe.'
She caught the innuendo in his voice and felt a blush creep to her cheeks.
'You know what I mean.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“He's a clever little thing, isn't he?"
She leaned in to drop a kiss on the kitten's soft head, reaching to move him off Griffin's chest. He reached for her hand, stopping her.
"And what about me?" he asked, his eyes burning into hers.
"What about you?"
"Am I not clever enough for a kiss?" His voice was gruff.
She favored him with a shy smile.
"You're more than clever enough, Griffin Channing.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“They were Jesuits," she told me. "That means they believe in God but not in terlet paper. You should have seen their underwear. Disgusting.”
― David Sedaris

“I think I should learn to jump on my own soon, don't you?'
'And deprive myself of the opportunity to be near you?'
His voice was husky in her ear, his breath tickling the tender skin of her neck.
'That seems foolish on my part, but if you'd like to learn, I'll teach you.'
She nodded, her voice stuck in her throat.
'Very well,' he said. 'But not tonight. Tonight you'll stay with me.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“Don't you see, Helen? There would be no life for me now without you in it."
He covered her hand with his own, bringing it to his lips.
"I need to know that you're mine. That I alone have your heart.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“She leaned forward, her gaze so intense that Helen wanted to look away. “And I love him more for it. Do you hear me? He was a good man when he went away to the Colonies. He came back an extraordinary man. So many think that bravery is a single act of valor in a field of battle—no forethought, no contemplation of the consequences. An act over in a second or a minute or two at most. What my brother has done, is doing now, is to live with his burden for years. He knows that he will spend the rest of his life with it. And he soldiers on.” She sat back in her chair, her gaze still locked with Helen’s. “That to my mind is what real bravery is.”

-Sophia to Helen about Alistair.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, To Beguile a Beast

“You've become my friend, and I love you."
It was right and true and that made saying it easy.
She heard the surprise in the intake of his breath.
"And I, you, Helen. I think I've loved you since the moment you first stood on my doorstep." He paused. "But now, I really must insist that you sleep. My love will still be here when you wake up.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“Depression, as far as I'm concerned, is just a waste of time.”
― Helen Reddy

“Whether or not Darius is pleased doesn't matter.' Griffin's voice took on a hard edge, and for a moment, he almost sounded like his brother. 'He has what he needs. He always has. Now...' he began.
'Yes?' she prompted.
'I need you,' he said.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“Excuse me," Helen interrupted. "Did you say sewage tunnels?"
Darius grinned. "That I did, Princess.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“I'm only trying to pull my own weight. I don't want to be a liability.'
She reached out, smiling.
'And I would imagine I'll still be required to maintain close contact with you while I learn. At least in the beginning.'
He looked at their joined hands before turning his eyes to hers, a slow smile spreading across his own lips.
'It would be, ahem, wise to maintain physical contact while learning, that is true.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“I must confess I will miss your... proximity when jumping together.'
'Well,' she said, answering his smile with one of her own.
'There's always sickle training in the ballroom.'
'That there is.”
― Michelle Zink, A Temptation of Angels

“You do that Helen", Mallory dared. "And tell him we said to f*ck off while youre at it".”
― Chloe Neill, Some Girls Bite

“He doesn’t like making others uncomfortable.”

-Helen to Sophia about Alistair”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, To Beguile a Beast

“Even as she walks through the door she can feel the eyes of the dark figure in the corner.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“Watching the couple, she silently wishes she had just cleaned out her damn coffee pot.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“Helen makes a mental note to pick up a self help book the next time she was out. This was getting ridiculous.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“His smoke eyes lighten as she closes the gap between them, and he slowly seals it wrapping his arms about her.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“It felt as real as the dusty air she sucked in before and rushed out after.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“In one swift motion she’s out of his arms twirling about. Startled and then ecstatic, she feels lighter than air, laughing in spite of herself. Light hearted, she keeps spinning feeling the stress and pain strip away from her. She was surprised by how confident she felt. How alive.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet

“She deftly snatches her mace and holds it in her purse for cover. She’s totally not about to be taken in by some pale silver eyed maniac.”
― Solange nicole, My Beloved Tourniquet