N.K. Jemisin Quotes

We can never be gods, after all–but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all – but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

There’s truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.

Immortality gets very, very boring. You’d be surprised at how interesting the small mundanities of life can seem after a few millennia.

This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not true: take away darkness and there is only more darkness. Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot.

Determination could easily become obsession.

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?

Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It’s undignified.

But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?

You’re very lucky… Friends are precious, powerful things – hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.

But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.

You are Insignificant. One of millions, neither special nor unique. I did not ask for this ignominy, and I resent the comparison. Fine. I don’t you like you, either.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we’ve earned a little annihilation.

In a child’s eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

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Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?

If the first words out of your mouth are to cry ‘political correctness!’, … chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem.