Best Triplets Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“True to being the firstborn, Caraline's magic was louder and warmer. It thrived in her cooking, when she folded it into dough and steeped it in broth. Rowan didn't know how hibiscus rolls could soften an argument, or why rosemary bread helped someone remember things that had long ago started to fade, but somehow they did. Caraline called it comfort, but Rowan knew it was enchantment. Saoirse could coax flowers to bloom out of season and lure herbs to grow even in the heaviest clay soil. Her teas did more than soothe. Rowan had seen them ease fevers, quiet grief, and silence nightmares. Saoirse didn't call it magic, but Rowan had always felt it in the way a room calmed when she entered. She carried stillness like a cloak. And then there was Rowan. She didn't brew curative tinctures or bake healing breads. Her magic, such as it was, served no purpose. It didn't look like theirs. In fact, it didn't look like anything. Her eyes, green like clover and threaded with gold, drew stares she couldn't explain. And her hair, with a single streak of impossible red, practically glowed in the moonlight. She tried to hide it, oh, how she tried. She used to bleach to turn it Marilyn Monroe blonde, but it didn't work. She dyed it every shade of brown, then black, thinking she could bury the flame. But it never lasted. The ruby streak always returned, a mark she couldn't shake. People always looked at her a second too long, as if they could sense something inexplicable about her. Sometimes she even felt it too. But most of the time she felt like the odd one out with her sisters. Saoirse had a head of red hair and her eyes were dark like pine needles. Unlike Rowan, she didn't long for friends. All she needed were her plants, herbs, and whatever flower she held at any given moment, plus the apothecary she always created wherever they lived. And, of course, the swallows, which she could make behave. Caraline's hair was the color of midnight, which set off the flecks of amber in her eyes. She was the opposite of both Rowan and Saoirse. Friendships with women she could do without, but the attention she got from men? That practically fed her soul. At every new place they went, Caraline had herself a new beau within days. And Rowan had her red streak. But it wasn't just her hair. It wasn't just her eyes. Worse were the unexpected tastes that bloomed on her tongue whenever she was around people. Her magic stirred, and it was as if she could taste their emotions and who they were, deep down inside.”

Magic Sisters Witches Rowan Sense Of Taste Triplets Hair Color Eye Colors Streak

Book:House of Spells and Secrets

Source: House of Spells and Secrets

“I’m Rowan,” she said. “These are my sisters, Caraline and Saoirse.” “Irish names,” the woman said, and then she muttered to herself just loud enough for them to hear, “The shamrock, the triskele, and the Triple Goddess. Powerful Celtic symbols.”

Three Names Sisters Irish Triplets Celtic Symbol

Book:House of Spells and Secrets

Source: House of Spells and Secrets

“The first music I ever heard was only one hundred and sixty days after I was conceived. Da dum Da dum Da dum Have you ever heard the sound a blessing makes? This is it. The first thing I ever saw was only one hundred and eighty days after I was conceived. It was a bright light soft like clouds warm like candles. Have you ever seen the colour of a blessing? This is it. The first time I ever suffered was in the three thousand and sixty seconds after I was born. I listened for her heartbeat. I searched for her light. I cried for the first time until she was born. Have you ever known a blessing? A twin is it.”

“Time for breakfast, lads!" Hamish crowed, smiling at the massive glass bowl layered with raspberries, toasted oatmeal, crowdie, and honey. It was easy to see why Dad and the cook might be mad. This dessert was a work of art.”

Breakfast Scottish Brothers Jen Calonita Triplets Cranach

Book:A Twisted Tale Anthology

Source: A Twisted Tale Anthology

“And so, with a torn sleeve and a keyboard on which cigarette ash can rest, writers ended up arsonists of recycled material with a blanket over fast burning fires to send fragments of reality to the sky for people to manage any way they wish. Or can." (intro "Throwing Dice on a Chessboard”

Bats Cyprus Triplets Hippocampus Ayia Napa

Book:Throwing Dice on a Chessboard:

Source: Throwing Dice on a Chessboard:

“What?" he demanded. "Did you just...clean a dish?" Dee backed away slowly, blinking. She glanced at Daemon. "The world is going to end. And I’m still a vir—" "No!" both the brothers yelled in unison. Daemon looked like he was actually going to vomit. "Jesus, don’t ever finish that statement. Actually, don’t ever change that. Thank you." Her mouth dropped open."You expect me to never have—" "This isn’t a conversation I want to start my morning with." Dawson grabbed his book bag off the kitchen table. "I’m so leaving for school before this gets more detailed." "And why aren’t you dressed yet?" Dee demanded, her full attention concentrated on Daemon. "You’re going to be late." "I’m always late." "Punctuality makes perfect.”

Daemon Dee Triplets Dawson

Book:Shadows

Source: Shadows

“It's up to the owner of a blanket to sleep on the blanket or to sleep in the blanket.”

Romance Family Love Triplets Superstitions Infanticide

Book:My Two Selves and I

Source: My Two Selves and I

“But we are the same, yes, but were not. We are three completely different people, we play three completely different instruments and all epically fail when trying to play each other’s" he said as Daniel and I nodded slowly. That was far to true. "I wrote this piece because I love that these three instruments that make three different sounds, are played three different ways and look different, can create such a beautiful harmony if they're played correctly" he swallowed again then looked at Daniel and I "And I think although we are three different people, who - usually - look different, and who come out with three different kinds of ridiculous-ness" he said and we both laughed "If we come together we work perfectly with each other and can in some senses create a beautiful harmony”

Music Identical Triplets

Book:Treble Clef

Source: Treble Clef

“...they were triplets and as mutually indistinguishable as peas in a pod or days in a prison.”

Triplets

Book:Desolation Road

Source: Desolation Road

“Unravel the Eras of Time: Where Style Meets the Past in This Fashion Show Mystery!”

Time Travel Middle Grade Triplets

Book:Magical Fashion Show Contest

Source: Magical Fashion Show Contest

“Saoirse nodded. "By bloom." "By flame," Caraline said. They swung their gazes to Rowan. It started as a childhood promise they shared only with each other. But as they grew--- and the magic in them deepened--- it became something more. A vow. A bond. A spell spoken not with power but with love. Now, in the gathering room of Swallow Hall, Rowan whispered her part of the chant, feeling the words settle into her bones like truth. "By moonlight." Together, they spoke the last line. "We are one.”

Sisters Witches Vows Triplets

Book:House of Spells and Secrets

Source: House of Spells and Secrets

“What can I tell you about the alchemy of twins? Twins are two bodies that dance to each other’s joy. Two minds that drown in each other’s despair. Two spirits that fly with each other’s love. Twins are two separate beings conjoined at the heart!”