P. C. Cast Quotes

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

A man crawls into a tomb to die. A boy crawls in to live. You think that's chance?

In my beginning is my end.

I'm intrigued by the dark. Out of darkness comes creation.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, roll darkly down the torrent of his fate.

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be beorn among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows form out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of binds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny. -from Commentaries on the Prophecies of the Dragon, by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to the Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age

As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die, the currents are deep and raging inside.

Death to life is crown or shame.

The life of man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long.

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

In my end is my beginning - that's what people are always saying. But what does it mean?

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy Falls, it's never over

The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.

As we wash our body so we should wash destiny, change life as we change clothes.

One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

He changed sunset into sunrise.