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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6ba3343 | My great-aunt. . . . said nobody under 18 had any business reading Dickens. . . . She was right. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 2b1a149 | They can send death at once, but life is slower... | philosophical sci-fi | Ursula K. Le Guina K. Le Guin | |
| 0fadef0 | I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself. | poetic | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 3fcaf8f | There's another option. You can consider the reader, not as a helpless victim or a passive consumer, but as an active, intelligent, worthy collaborator. A colluder, a coillusionist. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 31373ed | You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes - the walls, the walls! | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a213452 | Can true function arise from basic dysfunction? | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| f33173c | But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| fea9c28 | Now they came back to him, on this night he was seventeen years old. All the years and places of his brief broken life came within mind's reach and made a whole again. He knew once more, at last, after this long, bitter, waisted time, who he was and where he was. But where he must go in the years to come, that he could not see; and he feared to see it. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e4a2d3e | This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer. | social-class volition | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 819271f | I thought it was for your sake that I came alone, so obviously alone, so vulnerable, that I could in myself pose no threat, change no balance: not an invasion, but a mere messenger-boy. But there's more to it than that. Alone, I cannot change your world. But I can be changed by it. Alone, I must listen, as well as speak. Alone, the relationship I finally make, if I make one, is not impersonal and not only political: it is individual, it is .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| a31560f | I don't know. Do men kill men, except in madness? Does any beast kill its own kind? Only the insects. These yumens kill us as lightly as we kill snakes. The one who taught me said that they kill one another, in quarrels, and also in groups, like ants fighting. I haven't seen that. But I know they don't spare one who asks life. They will strike a bowed neck, I have seen it! There is a wish to kill in them, and therefore I saw fit to put them.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| d413f93 | Celaena had a sudden moment of clarity then, as her hair ripped from her braid and the wind tore at her clothes. Of all the girls in all the world, here she was on a spit of beach in the Red Desert, astride an Asterion horse, racing faster than the wind. Most would never experience this-- would never experience anything like this again. And for that one heartbeat, when there was nothing more to it than that, she tasted bliss so complete th.. | the-assassin-and-the-desert | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e88e7d0 | He wasn't coming. He wasn't coming to get her. She should be glad. Should be relieved. She was relieved. And yet ... and yet ... | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 95e3c8b | Lysandra had entered and passed out in her bed with no explanation for why or what she'd been doing beforehand. And since she was utterly unconscious, Aelin had just climbed into bed beside her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| f962752 | It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling ... I loved her, too. I loved her in a way I cannot describe--other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing I've ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ff65076 | If they let you out," Kaltain said, both of them staring into the blackness of their prisons, "make sure that they're punished someday. Every last one of them." Celaena listened to her own breathing, felt Chaol's blood under her nails, and the blood of all those men she'd hacked down, and the coldness of Nehemia's room, where all that gore had soaked the bed. "They will be," Celaena swore to the darkness. She had nothing left to give, excep.. | kaltain-rompier promise | Sarah J. Maas | |
| bb20872 | She stopped as a map of Erilea appeared. Maps had always interested her; there was something bewitching in knowing one's precise location in relation to others on earth. | maps | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a62bcce | The winds shifted, and Abraxos rode them, rising higher into the sky, the darkened kingdom below passing by in a blur. Changing winds--a changing world. Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself. She didn't know what to make of it, But Manon hoped they'd all survive it. She hoped. | hope manon-blackbeak pg642 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4da1040 | It was an effort not to peek over her shoulder. Don't you even dare, a voice hissed in her head. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 7815326 | But Celaena had stood in front of the that wooden door to the bedroom, listening to Yrene wash her clothes in the nearby kitchen. She found herself unable to turn away, unable to stop thinking about the would-be healer with the brown-gold hair and caramel eyes, of what Yrene had lost and how helpless she'd become. There were so many of them now--the children who had lost everything to Adarlan. Children who had now grown into assassins and b.. | celaena-sardothien pg115 the-assassin-and-the-healer yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 833b718 | The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not-- not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but...genuine terror of not knowing where I was, i I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c6c497d | We're not going to hell, Aelin," he said. "But wherever we go, we'll go together." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2d7e804 | The Queen of Terrasen was in a fighting pit in the slums of Rifthold. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c898fc2 | Odio a esa clase de mujeres. Estan tan desesperadas por llamar la atencion de los hombres que con gusto traicionarian y perjudicarian a sus companeras de sexo. !Y luego decimos que los hombres son incapaces de pensar con el cerebro! Por lo menos, los hombres hablan claramente. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d98b38a | Luck and glory. I wouldn't mind a little of either of those things these days. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c3b4809 | I ate in silence, listening to the rustle of his clothes being donned, trying to think of ice baths, of infected wounds, of toe fungus - anything but his naked body, so close ... and the bed I was sitting on. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0f0c49f | That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire-but that i would be quiet and enduring and faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only fear it ... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 22a4731 | Yo era un liviano trozo de pelusa de diente de leon, y el era el viento que me agitaba sobre el mundo. | fantasy-fiction literary-quotes | Sarah J. Maas | |
| fae727b | Punish them all. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| d95d6e3 | He felt as if there were something inside him that didn't fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| da45c96 | But these days ... she didn't know what she needed. What she wanted. If she felt like admitting it, she actually didn't have the faintest clue who the hell she was anymore. All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 10e0685 | Maeve went as still as death while Celaena lifted the ring between two fingers. 'I think you've been looking for this for a long time,' Celaena said. 'That does not belong to you.' 'Doesn't it? I found it, after all. in Goldryn's scabbard, where Brannon left it after grabbing it of Athril's corpse-the family ring Athril would have given you someday. And in the thousands of years since than, you never found it so. . . I suppose it's mine by .. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 984e0d8 | I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. Her throat bobbed. "Are you just going to hold that chicken all night?" Cassian asked me from the table. Scowling, I stomped toward him, plunking the platter onto the wooden surface. "I spat in it," I said sweetly. "Makes it all the more delicious," Cassian crooned, smiling right back. Rhys snickered, drinking deeply from his wine. But I strode to my seat--nestled between Amren and.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6b4f999 | Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons. | rhysand | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 1dfc9c6 | Mor opened her mouth, laughter dancing on her face, but Elain asked, "Could you have done it? Decided to take a male form?" The question cut through the laughter, an arrow fired between us. Amren studied my sister, Elain's cheeks red from our unfiltered talk at the table. "Yes," she said simply. "Before, in my other form, I was neither. I simply was." "Then why did you pick this body?" Elain asked, the faelight of the chandelier catching in.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 15167ba | The kitchen sounds turned muffled as she let herself spiral down, contemplating that horrible realization again and again: she could not remember what it was like to be free. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 91737e1 | His lips were smooth against my skin, his breath warm, and my knees buckled as he lifted my other hand to his mouth and kissed it, too. Kissed it carefully - in a way that made heat begin pounding in my core, between my legs. | sex tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8de4abc | Not forever,' he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. | forever kiss love tamlin | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 8d93d81 | The silence brought back everything around her. | sam sam-cortland sarah-j-maas sj-maas the-assasin-s-blade the-assassin-and-the-underworld | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d30ae9b | Where is Aelin? Where is my wife? | rowaelin rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ee0cba5 | Up close, though, these warring hues were offset by the brilliant ring of gold around her pupils. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 40929eb | He was using his words as chains to bind her again. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 60e9f59 | I heard a story," Aedion drawled to Rowan, "that you killed an enemy warlord using a table." "Please,"Aelin said. "Who the hell told you that?" "Quinn-your uncle's Captain of the Guard. He was an admirer of Prince Rowan's. He knew all the stories." Aelin slid her eyes to Rowan, who smirked, bracing his sparring stick on the floor. "You can't be serious," she said. "What-you squashed him to death like a pressed grape?" | humor throne-of-glass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f10e7e8 | Porque estoy cansado y estoy solo, y tu eres la unica persona con la que puedo hablar sin ponerme en peligro.>> | Sarah J. Maas |