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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 63a41f5 | Ai was exhausted and enraged. He looked ready to cry, but did not. I believe he considers crying either evil or shameful. Even when he was very ill and weak, the first days of our escape, he hid his face from me when he wept. Reasons personal, racial, social, sexual - how can I guess why Ai must not weep? | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 0305e9a | Whatever language we speak, before we begin a sentence we have an almost infinite choice of words to use. A, The, They, Whereas, Having, Then, To, Bison, Ignorant, Since, Winnemucca, In, It, As . . . Any word of the immense vocabulary of English may begin an English sentence. As we speak or write the sentence, each word influences the choice of the next -- its syntactical function as noun, verb, adjective, etc., its person and number if a p.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 2d4e355 | I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I watched the light grow reddish across the misty pools, and listened to the troubled voice of the water. After a while I moved farther up the hill, where I could hear birds singing near and far in the silence of the trees. The presence of the trees was very strong...The big oaks stood so many, so massive in their other life, in their deep,.. | spirituality religion trees | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| e53ffcf | But when we crave power over life--endless wealth, unassailable safety, immortality--then desire becomes greed. And if knowledge allies itself to that greed, then comes evil. Then the balance of the world is swayed, and ruin weighs heavy in the scale. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 1c7cf8f | my heart told me incontrovertibly that neither gender could go far without the other. So, in my story, neither the woman nor the man can get free without the other. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 2791569 | The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. Having that real though limited power to put established institutions into question, imaginative literature has also the responsibility of power. The storyteller is the truthteller. | story literature imagination science-fiction | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 629bcef | Have you ever been on a roller coaster, Togawa-kun? | life real | Inoue Takehiko | |
| 83b5226 | So you want to die honorably? You are being selfish. Each and every person you killed had his own life. Whether that life was blessed or not ... everyone is born into this world ... they grow up ... some people have family ... some are alone in this world ... some have young children ... some are engaged ... some have pets ...some people have high hopes and great dreams ... other have no ambition at all and you ended everything for them Tak.. | Takehiko Inoue | ||
| 4cc6ee2 | You can leave if you're just going to insult me." "But I'm so good at it." He flashed one of his grins." | rhysand feyre | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 2b732ce | Manon smirked at Lorcan. "Your claim on her, male, is at the very bottom of the list." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| c86919a | Going somewhere?" Tamlin asked. His voice was not entirely of this world. I suppressed a shudder. "Midnight snack," I said, and I was keenly aware of every movement, every breath I took as I neared him. His bare chest was painted with whorls of dark blue woad, and from the smudges in the paint, I knew exactly where he'd been touched. I tried not to notice that they descended past his muscled midriff. I was about to pass him when he grabbed .. | moaning pick high-lord feyre tamlin intimate bite wild scent | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 7f9a329 | The Wing Leader said from behind her, "Do you believe monsters are born, or made?" From what she'd seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking ... "I'm not the one who needs to answer that question," Elide said." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 285f52c | She never had many friends, and the ones she had often disappointed her. Sometimes with devastating consequences, as she'd learned that summer with the Silent Assassins of the Red Desert. After that, she'd sworn never to trust girls again, especially girls with agendas and power of their own. Girls who would do anything to get what they wanted. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 9e39707 | He didn't smile. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b4a9acb | Shall I gag you, or are you capable of being silent without my assistance? | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5044adc | A man used to being obeyed, yes, but a man also inclined to care for others. Look after them. Driven to do it by a compulsion he couldn't leash, couldn't train out of him. Couldn't have broken out of him. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| ad75923 | He took a step back, his wings beating the air like mighty drums. "As long as the people who matter most know the truth, I don't care about the rest. Get some sleep." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 4e2eeeb | Wincing, Celaena slumped next to Rowan on the bench, and swore viciously at the pain in her leg, her face, her arms. Swore at the pain in the ass sitting right next to her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 12b743a | The room behind me was dark. "Thief," intoned a lovely voice in the blackness. "You do know," Ianthe tittered from outside the cottage, her steps slowing into a walk, "that we'll have to kill whoever is inside there with you. Selfish of you, Feyre." I panted, holding the door open, making sure they couldn't see me on the other side. "You have seen my twin," the Weaver hissed softly- with a hint of wonder. "I smell him on you." Outside, Iant.. | weaver | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f7665f7 | And when that night-kissed wind winnowed us away, away into war, away into untold danger ... I prayed that my promise held true. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| bc3ba41 | You light up the darkness. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b5760e2 | His kissing was slower this time--gentler. The fingertips of his other hand slipped beneath the waist of my undergarment, and I sucked in a breath. He hesitated at the sound, pulling back slightly. But I bit his lip in a silent command that had him growling into my mouth. With one long claw, he shredded through silk and lace, and my undergarment fell away in pieces. The claw retracted, and his kiss deepened as his fingers slid between my le.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e3fa947 | Before, she would have trailed [him] to seek out the answers. But that was before. Now ... now, she didn't particularly care. It was hard to care... Incredibly hard to care, when you didn't have anyone left to care about. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a1dd4f3 | Because for Terrasen, for Erilea, Elena would walk into the eternal darkness lurking across the valley to buy them all a chance. Elena sent up a final prayer on a pillar of smoke rising from the valley floor that the unborn, faraway scions of this night, heirs to a burden that would doom or save Erilea, would forgive her for what she was about to do. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a5c0992 | Gods or fate or just pure coincidence and kindness, it was a gift. This was a gift. The world was wide-open--wide-open and hers for the taking, if she dared. She could go to Antica, attend the Torre Cesme, go anywhere she wished. If she dared. Yrene smiled. An hour later, no one stopped Yrene Towers as she walked out of the White Pig and never looked back. | yrene-towers | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 4c06a0d | Kaltain Rompier unleashed her shadowfire upon them all. This was not the ghost of shadowfire they had made her kill with--the reason why they had first approached her, lied to her when they invited her to that glass castle--but the real thing. The fire she had harbored since magic had returned--golden flame turned to black The room became cinders. | kaltain-rompier | Sarah J. Maas | |
| f6a6797 | Sam probably folded his undergarments. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 6cc5886 | His lips crushed into hers and and he said dropping words more precious than rubies and emeralds and sapphires into her heart, her soul, 'I love you. There is no limit to what I can give you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you. | empire-of-storms rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| a47aa89 | We both knew "fine" was a lie." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| defd002 | If you don't stop feeling and start instructing, I'm going to rip out your eyes and replace them with these billiard balls. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5e23957 | One arrow, that had been her promise. But she'd also promised Ansel that she had twenty minutes to get out of range. Celaena had fired after twenty-one. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| e7baf79 | His throat bobbed. "I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this," he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in my throat, "but... talking to you. Laughing with you. I missed having you in my bed, but missed having you as my friend even more." "Never again," I promised him, and whispered it over and over as the sunlight drifted across the floor." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| be8e1c2 | Why did you do it?" Arobynn's attention drifted back to the wagon, already a small dot in the roiling foothills above Rifthold. "Because I don't like sharing my belongings." | rourke-farran | Sarah J. Maas | |
| aeb9988 | She had never contemplated what it would be like--to yield control. And not have it be a weakness, but a freedom. | crown-of-midnight empire-of-storms throne-of-glass-series throne-of-glass heir-of-fire queen-of-shadows sarah-j-maas | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 18a3133 | Hello, Celaena," he said as calmly as he could, well aware that two Fae males behind him could hear his thundering heart. Rolfe whipped his head toward him. Because it was Celaena who sat here--for whatever purpose, it was Celaena Sardothien in this room. She jerked her chin at Rolfe. "You've seen better days, but considering half your fleet has abandoned you, I'd say you look decent enough." "Get out of my chair," Rolfe said too quietly. A.. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| a748a78 | Their bodies were lithe and young, the peak of youth and virility. Hips rolled, backs arched, hands twined in the air above them as they began to weave around one another in circles and lines. "I told you," was all Yrene muttered to him. "I think Dorian would enjoy this," he muttered back." | dorian-havilliard-havilliard yrene-towers party | Sarah J. Maas | |
| ae320c5 | You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently. Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant." Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| b5e43d7 | Wind-seeker, her mother had once called her. Unable to keep still, always wandering where the wind calls you. Where shall it beckon you to journey one day, my rose? How far the wind had now called her. | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 765e707 | But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn't deserve it." None of them were smiling anymore. "Holy gods," Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats. Celaena resumed eating. She didn't feel like talking to them after that." | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 2c4e0fd | She batted her eyelashes & readjusted her shackles as if they were lace gloves. | celaena-sardothien badass | Sarah J. Maas | |
| 190324d | I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you" | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 5642a35 | Gods, without his magic... Humans were remarkable. To be able to survive without leaning on magic... He had to give them credit. | rowan-whitethorn | Sarah J. Maas | |
| d735f69 | Bitch. The princess was a bitch, | Sarah J. Maas | ||
| 0185c77 | Cat-woman was a good way to describe her. The ears on the dark helmet, the oversized lenses, the claws that she'd just retracted after that spectacular jump... Even her steps toward him oozed feline grace. | Sarah J. Maas |