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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 843598b | She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6a47962 | Her wrath became a song in her blood as she ended them. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 65d92e5 | He supposed any lick of self-consciousness had been flayed from her under the whips of Endovier. Even though he'd tattooed over the bulk of the scars on her back, their ridges remained. The nightmares, too--when she'd still startle awake and light a candle to drive away the blackness they'd shoved her into, the memory of the lightless pits they'd used for punishment. His Fireheart, shut in the dark. | pg399 rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 5ba8479 | He'd think about that later. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a3bd915 | The Yulemas Ball. Maybe earlier. Maybe even Samhuinn, when I brought you this ring. But Yulemas was the first time I realized I didn't like the idea of you with--with someone else. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1d3352c | He values loyalty, cunning, compassion. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ae636c3 | Yet Lysandra did not slow. She did not stop. For Evangeline. For her future. For her freedom. For the friends who had come for her. | pg569 | Sarah J. Maas | |
| c0bc37b | He winked at my gaping mouth. "I had to keep myself busy to avoid missing you." Mor" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8e8c3ab | She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away. She would not break. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 24d46b9 | Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art. | celaena-sardothien magic music | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 32a9a09 | Someone who might-who did understand what it was like to be crippled at your very core, someone who was still climbing inch by inch out of that abyss. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6e1025d | She had nothing left to give. After she'd lost Sam and been sent to Endovier, she'd pieced herself back together in the bleakness of the mines. And when she'd come here, she'd been foolish enough to think that Chaol had put the final piece into place. Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy. But death was her curse and gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 3b9b2c1 | Three mouthfuls. That's all Fenrys took before he laid his head back on the moss and closed his eyes. Rowan couldn't move. None of them moved. Aelin mouthed a short, curt word. Fenrys did not respond. She spoke again, that queen's unfaltering. Live. | fenrys kingdom-of-ash | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e23b47a | I began to recognize the trees, the rocks. There, I had stood with Rhys-- there, I had flirted with him. There, he had lounged atop a branch while waiting for me. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4cdfd16 | We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius" | eat empire-of-storms eos food hell meal raise-hell sarah-j-maas throne-of-glass tog | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 90a70a0 | She was drunk, and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e742dbe | My sisters had been living in the House of Wind since they'd arrived in Velaris. They did not leave the palace built into the upper parts of a flat-topped mountain overlooking the city. They did not ask for anything, or anyone. So I would go to them. Lucien was waiting in the sitting room when Rhys and I came downstairs at last, my mate having given the silent order for them to return. Unsurprisingly, Cassian and Azriel were casually seated.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 902941b | I braced my hands on my hips, examining the drop, the trees, the lake beyond. "What did I do wrong?" Azriel, who had been sharpening Truth-Teller in his lap, flicked his hazel eyes up to me. "Aside from the tree?" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| fa86be1 | I'm sure you already know this, but you need to actually climb into a bath to get clean - not stare at it. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 8154a55 | I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, "When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness starts to stare back." | feyre lucien | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d4b2494 | What would you decide?" Darrow's question was quiet, tentative. She considered it. No one had ever asked her such a thing. "I should have very much liked to live at Caraverre," Evangeline admitted. She knew he did not recognize it, but it didn't matter now, did it? "Murtaugh showed me the land--the rivers and mountains right nearby, the forests and hills." An ache throbbed in her chest. "I saw the gardens by the house, and I would have like.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 1fa6493 | But now, faced with Ressina's communal studio, already hearing the laughter flitting out from where she and others had gathered for their weekly paint-in, my resolve sputtered out. I don't know if I can do this. Rhys was quiet for a moment. Do you want me to come with you? To paint? I'd be an excellent nude model. I smiled, not caring that I was by myself in the street with countless people streaming past me. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b31737f | had no doubt the same would happen in the tavern, and had no doubt Nesta would resent us for ruining her night. At least I could slip inside mostly unnoticed. If both of us went in there, I knew my sister would see it as an attack. So it would be me. Alone. Rhys kissed my brow. "If someone propositions you, tell them we'll both be free in an hour." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2b8be25 | Nehemia was gone. That vibrant, fierce, loving soul; the princess who had been called the Light of Eyllwe; the woman who had been a beacon of hope--just like that, as if she were no more than a wisp of candlelight, she was gone. When it had mattered most Celaena hadn't been there. Nehemia was gone. | nehemia-s-death nehemia-ytger pg233 sad | Sarah J. Maas | |
| e1e5bd8 | Whenever I'm scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland ... and I will not be afraid. I've been doing it for years." It" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b01de6f | He brushed his lips against hers. "I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever." Celaena" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e2f9dbb | If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra" | acotar kiss lucien lucien-vanserra moon sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2f9dfe0 | A strange, ever-changing female scent hit him, and Aedion found Lysandra leaning against the hallway door. Tears gleamed in her eyes even as she smiled. She gazed at the closed bedroom door, as if she could still see the prince and queen inside. "That," she said, more to herself than to him. "That is what I am going to find one day." "A gorgeous Fae warrior?" Aedion said, shifting a bit. Lysandra chuckled, wiping away her tears, and gave hi.. | lysandra | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ca8f4ff | And just because she could, just because they were headed to Terrasen at last, Aelin unleashed a flicker of her power. Some of the standard-bearers behind them murmured in surprise, but Rowan only smiled. Smiled with that fierce hope, that brutal determination that flared in her own heart, as she began to burn. She let the flame encompass her, a golden glow that she knew could be spied even from the farthest lines of the army, from the city.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ca3d1e0 | There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while. | Julie Powell | ||
| 7044a4b | So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you. | Julie Powell | ||
| ac83846 | To piss across water is to piss across your reflection | R. Scott Bakker | ||
| f55d6ac | My dear dead mother wanted me to go into an honorable trade, like grave robbing. Would I listen? No. Be an assassin, like your uncle Gustav, she said. Would I pay heed? No. Apprentice to the Necromancer-- | humor | Raymond E. Feist | |
| cf2e688 | Altruism accrues little benefit to those lying cold in the gutter. | Raymond E. Feist | ||
| 320f7c8 | And the man clad in black and silver with a silver rose upon him? He would like to think that he has learned something of trust, that he has washed his eyes in some clear spring, that he has polished an ideal or two. Never Mind. He may still be only a smart-mouthed meddler, skilled mainly in the minor art of survival, blind as ever the dungeons knew him to the finer shades of irony. Never mind, let it go, let it be. I may never be pleased w.. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| dfed5e5 | Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when don't want them to. | opportunity | Roger Zelazny | |
| 56959ff | The four points of the compass be logic, knowledge, wisdom and the unknown. Some do bow in that final direction. Others advance upon it. To bow before the one is to lose sight of the three. I may submit to the unknown, but never to the unknowable. The man who bows in that final direction is either a saint or a fool. I have no use for either. | Roger Zelazny | ||
| 38be264 | All these things Alanna knew from her father's books and maps, but the reality took her breath away as a paragraph written in a book never could. | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 0f9574d | No more is your master a god, Nobility, but he wants offerings from all. When Black God claims us, who will be punished for giving worship and power to a false god? The prince? Or Banjiku? | god worship | Tamora Pierce | |
| 3b4ac9a | Why does he speak of them that way?" The crow-man wanted to know. "They are humans, just like he is." | Tamora Pierce | ||
| 9b04c9c | Me and the folks who buy my food are like the Indians -- we just want to opt out. That's all the Indians ever wanted -- to keep their tepees, to give their kids herbs instead of patent medicines and leeches. They didn't care if there was a Washington, D.C., or a Custer or a USDA; just leave us alone. But the Western mind can't bear an opt-out option. We're going to have to refight the Battle of the Little Big Horn to preserve the right to o.. | industrial-agricultural organic | Michael Pollan | |
| ec09e40 | A good pot holds memories. | Michael Pollan | ||
| c549823 | Our society assigns us a tiny number of roles: We're producers of one thing at work, consumers of a great many things all the rest of the time, and then, once a year or so, we take on the temporary role of citizen and cast a vote. Virtually all our needs and desires we delegate to specialists of one kind or another - our meals to the food industry, our health to the medical profession, entertainment to Hollywood and the media, mental health.. | Michael Pollan | ||
| 281f3e5 | I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity. | humanity supernatural | Rachel Klein |