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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| c4fb8d1 | Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust. Facts are no more solid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are. | ideas nature-of-perception | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| b645261 | Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten. | martyrdom | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 8372692 | If women had power what would men be but women who can't bear children? And what would women be but men who can? | power women | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 5060f55 | Petrah held up a hand. "I am not finished, Iskra Yellowlegs." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f3ae312 | Would this be her life, then? Wretched people, always looking out for themselves, every kindness coming at a cost? Would her own queen at least gaze at her with warmth in her eyes? Would Aelin even remember her? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 651abf4 | Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade--that is the cycle. Like calls to like. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d618c61 | And she had married Whitethorn ... so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming ... And Lorcan had not helped her. Whitethorn's wife. His mate. Aelin had let them whip and chain her, had gone willingly with Maeve, so Elide didn't enter Cairn's clutches. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b334e05 | He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or ..." She sniffed the glass bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him. | celeana-sardothien queen-of-shadows rowan-whitethorn sarah-j-maas | Sarah J Maas | |
| ede42af | All I wanted was to return to - to the people around me. I wanted it badly enough I didn't have room for fear. The worst had happened, and the darkness was calm and quiet. It did not seem like a bad thing to fade into. But I wanted to go home. | fear home | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 191ea05 | But then she snapped your neck." Tears rolled down his face. "And I felt you die," he whispered. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| cec517f | I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored-- to be your mate." | love rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1a3953a | Maybe it was some shred of courage, or recklessness, or I was so high above everything that no one save Rhys and the wind could hear, but I said, "I'm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I'm thinking there's a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I'm thinking..." The words bec.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| af69cc9 | These beasts, despite their dark master, are capable of love. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 66d6875 | I watched the water swirl away entirely before I twisted my head to look at him. His fingers were gentle, but firm where he'd fisted them in my hair. "You never failed them," I rasped. "I did ... horrible things to ensure that." Those violet eyes near-glowed in the dim light. "So did I." My sweat clung like blood--the blood of those two faeries-- I pivoted, barely turning in time. His other hand stroked long, soothing lines down the curve o.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 278c349 | Whatever you do," I said quietly, "don't marry Tomas Mandray. His father beats his wife, and none of his sons do anything to stop it." Nesta's eyes widened, but I added, "Bruises are harder to conceal than poverty." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| eb5d175 | Will it ever stop?" he mused, more to himself than me as another finger joined the one sliding in and out of me with taunting, indolent strokes. "Wanting you--every hour, every breath. I don't think I can stand a thousand years of this." My hips moved with him, driving him deeper. "Think of how my productivity will plummet." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7d87ba8 | I'll try," he breathed. "I'll try to be better. I don't ... I can't control it sometimes. The rage. Today was just ... today was bad. With the Tithe, with all of it. Today--let's forget it, let's just move past it. Please." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4142573 | It was during those infinite hours that she would fix her stare on her companion. Not the queen's hunter, who could draw out pain like a musician coaxing a melody from an instrument. But the massive white wolf, chained by invisible bonds. Forced to witness this. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d8b5d37 | Celaena knew where she was before she awoke. And she didn't care. She was living the same story again and again. The night she'd been captured, she'd also snapped, and come to killing the person she most wanted to destroy before someone knocked her out and she awoke in a rotting dungeon. She smiled bitterly as she opened her eyes. It was always the same story, the same loss. | death loss nehemia-s-death nehemia-ytger pg240 sam-cortland | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4ba9215 | Manon's stomach went from her throat right out her ass, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fa7fbb5 | Is there a purpose to this visit, or may I return to my book? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 09d8b19 | Where is Aelin." What had he done, what had he done-- Pain sliced Lorcan's neck, warm blood dribbled down his throat, his chest. Rowan hissed, "Where is my wife?" Lorcan swayed where he knelt. Wife. Wife. "Oh, gods," Elide sobbed as she overheard, the words carrying the sound of Lorcan's own fractured heart. "Oh, gods ..." And" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d7defb1 | It was her turn to frown. "Where are you going?" I kissed her cheek, breathing in her lilac-and-pear scent. "I have some errands that need tending to." And looking at her, walking beside her, did little to cool the rage that still roiled in me. Not when that beautiful smile made me want to winnow back to the Spring Court and punch my Illyrian blade through Tamlin's gut. Bigger male indeed. "Go paint my nude portrait," I told her, winking, a.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 394c4f1 | I didn't think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that's to come-- We'll face it together. To whatever end. | goodbye love queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5558dde | Cauldron save you. Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. Go, and enter eternity. | death eternity | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 6690cd2 | Prince Rowan Whitethorn, of Doranelle. Former commander to Queen Maeve, and a member of her royal household." Yrene could have sworn the blood drained wholly from Arghun's face. "Aelin Galathynius is to wed Rowan Whitethorn?" From the way the prince said the name ... he'd indeed heard of this Rowan. Chaol had mentioned Rowan more than once in passing--Rowan, who had managed to heal much of the damage in his spine. A Fae Prince. And Aelin's .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f1c4b60 | Perhaps the Darkness was another world, another realm. Perhaps she'd gone to the hell-realm the humans so feared. She hated Death. And Death could go to hell, too- | manon-blackbeak | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2bb69cb | I've never taken a woman on a beach," - Rowan Whitethorn" | beach-romance empire-of-storms eos rowan-whitethorn sarah-j-maas sex-on-the-beach throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ade2a29 | Tomorrow will be better. It might be only a foot more than today, but it will be a foot longer that you can run | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 030ccd0 | I wished him peace and happiness, but I did not wish to see him. Speak with him. Deal with him. Not for a good long while. Perhaps forever. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2821cc0 | The library looked as it had always had: dim, cavernous, achingly beautiful in its ancient stone architecture and endless corridors lined with books. And totally silent. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 07f74d8 | He took my hand, interlacing our fingers. "We can make whatever rules we want. You have every right to question me, push me--both in private and in public." A snort. "Of course, if you decide to truly kick my ass, I might request that it's done behind closed doors so I don't have to suffer centuries of teasing, but--" | feyre love rhysand young-adult | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 69c1e95 | There will be a monument," she said to Abraxos, to Manon. "Should you wish it, I will build a monument right there. So no one shall ever forget what was given. Who we have to thank." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 33c733e | Nameless is my price," the king said. Aelin went still. "Nameless is my price," his father repeated. The warning of an ancient witch, the damning words written on the back of the Amulet of Orynth. "For the bastard-born mark you bear, you are Nameless, yet am I not so as well?" He glanced between them, his eyes wide. "What is my name?" "This is ridiculous," Dorian said through his teeth. "Your name is--" But where there should have been a na.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b6d8102 | Why are you crying, Fireheart? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 505fb4c | Elena hated them, then. Hated the gods who had demanded this. Hated herself. Hated that this was asked, all these bright lights . . . | pg606 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2db0d14 | To the stars who listen, Feyre. To the dreams tat are answered, Rhys. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f2abecc | I wished my human heart had been changed with the rest of me, made into immortal marble. Instead of the shredded bit of blackness that it now was, leaking its ichor into me. Tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d4315fc | Adarlan could take their freedom, it could destroy their lives and beat and whip them, it could force them into ridiculous contests, but, criminal or not, they were stil human. Dying--rather than playing in the king's game--was the only choice left to him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b948a67 | Comparing yourself to others is really just a needless distraction. The only one you should compare yourself to is you. Your mission is to become better today than you were yesterday. You do that by focusing on what you can do today to improve and grow. | John C. Maxwell | ||
| ddb9387 | Great people talk about ideas, average people talk about themselves, and small people talk about others | great-people small-people talking-too-much | John C. Maxwell | |
| 95422d9 | my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom | E.E. Cummings | ||
| 9182b01 | We're often intimidated in battle because we are uncertain of our faith. We must remember we don't stand in victory because of our faith. We stand in victory because of our God. Faith in faith is pointless. Faith in a living, active God moves mountains. | Beth Moore | ||
| 78c2f67 | if God teaches us victory in Christ Jesus day by day, we live in the constant awareness of His greatness and His sufficiency. Hard lessons are often long-lasting lessons. Never forget that God is far more interested in our getting to know the Deliverer than simply being delivered. | prayer strongholds victory | Beth Moore |