Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Hamza White

Quote by Hamza White

“The houses around me, silent witnesses to so many stories, regard me with curious eyes. Their facades, once so familiar, now seem to question the mystery of these absences.”

Quote by Hamza White

Book:Elle
Create image

Work

Elle

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Hamza White

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Hamza White. more

You May Also Like

“With a little sadness, I now saw I'd come to dread and resent books, every last one. It was a loss. Opening a book had always been like opening a window into a new and mysterious world. When I was a child my books were my best friends. ... Books had been the most lasting, profound relationship in my life. I'd long bought and sold a few books for extra money. But once I'd started selling them out of desperation, not luck or love, I'd come to wordlessly feel like even my love of books--like everything else I'd loved--had turned on me and become ugly.”

BooksResentmentLost Love
Book:The Book of the Most Precious Substance
Create image

“Through pity, then, I can't resist delivering a song of bliss when witnessing the painful trace that love leaves in a young girl's face. I try to teach them, through my song, love of that kind will not last long, because, just as my song relents, love rarely stays when it descends on children's hearts, but meets its death the way that warmth fades on our breath.”

LovePoetryLost LoveNightingale
Book:The Owl and the Nightingale
Create image

“I see you staring at him,' Nicasia says, sitting down beside me. Tonight she wears a gown of gold lacework. Her dark tourmaline hair is pulled up with two golden combs the shape of a shark jaw, complete with golden teeth. 'Perhaps I am looking only at the trinkets and gold with which your mother thinks she can buy the Court's favour,' I say.' She picks up one of the violets from my plate and places it delicately on her tongue. 'I lost Cardan's love for Locke's easy words and easier kisses, sugared like these flowers,' she says. 'Your sister lost your love to get Locke's, didn't she? But we all know what you lost.' 'Locke?' I laugh. 'Good riddance.' Her brows knit together. 'Surely it's not the High King himself you were gazing at.' 'Surely not,' I echo, but I don't meet her eyes.”

Holly BlackLost LoveThe Folk Of The AirJude DuarteCardan GreenbriarJudeCardanThe Wicked KingLockeNicasia
Book:The Wicked King
Create image