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  • #1
    Mary E. Pearson
    I will find you.
    In the farthest corner, I will find you.

    Mary E. Pearson, The Kiss of Deception

  • #2
    “How absurd it was that in all seven kingdoms, the weakest and most vulnerable of people - girls, women - went unarmed and were taught nothing of fighting, while the strong were trained to the highest reaches of their skill.”
    Kristin Cashore, Graceling

  • #3
    “Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder.”
    Kristin Cashore, Graceling

  • #4
    “Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.”
    Kristin Cashore, Graceling

  • #5
    “It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #6
    “I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #7
    “Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #8
    “It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #9
    “It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #10
    “He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #11
    “Living is too hard right now. Dying is easy. Let me die.”
    Kristen Cashore, Fire

  • #12
    “I must stop wishing for things to happen. Because something will happen eventually, and when it does, I'll be bound to wish it hadn't.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #13
    “She had thought she'd already reached her capacity for pain and had no room inside her for more. But she remembered having told Archer once that you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. Pain might escalate upwards, and, just when you'd thought you'd reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of other people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire
    tags: love, pain

  • #14
    “It's not fair. It's not fair," she cried, knowing it was a child's argument but not caring, because being childish did not make it untrue.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #15
    “If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."

    Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #16
    “Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire
    tags: love

  • #17
    “The world doesn't care who wins. It'll go on spinning no matter how many people are slaughtered tomorrow. No matter if you and I are slaughtered. I almost wish it wouldn't if we aren't allowed to go on spinning with it.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #18
    “Fire was used to being wanted for her beauty, but she was not used to being needed for her gentleness.”
    Kristin Cashore, Fire

  • #19
    “The more I see and hear, the more I realize how much I don't know.”
    Kristin Cashore, Bitterblue

  • #20
    “Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.”
    Kristin Cashore, Bitterblue

  • #21
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb
    “The moral of this story is that many amazing, sometimes hidden, things happen in a library. What's the story behind yours? What's your tale? The world is waiting to hear your Once Upon a Time.”
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb, The Story Collector

  • #22
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb
    “Hearts can do that, you know: hold on to something when the rest of you has forgotten about it. Hearts have longer memories than brains.”
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb, The Story Collector

  • #23
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb
    “Hearing her favorite story had calmed her. It had made her braver. Familiar stories do that. They're as much a part of our identity as the backs of our hands. If we were zebras, our stories would be our stripes. If we were pilots, they would be our compass. If we were adventurers, they'd be our North Star. Our stories are what makes us unique. The combination of stories in our lives—the unique mix of the stories we choose to read, choose to live—makes each of us just a tiny bit different from everyone else on the planet.”
    Kristin O'Donnell Tubb, The Story Collector

  • #24
    Shannon Hale
    “... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #25
    Shannon Hale
    “When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #26
    Shannon Hale
    “Its important to know stories. I felt the earth shift to make a place for you when you were born, and I came to tell you stories while you are young. And like me, you were born with a word on your tongue.”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #27
    Shannon Hale
    “...all things speak, in their way, don't they?”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #28
    Shannon Hale
    “She was born Anidori-Kiladra Talianna Isilee, Crown Princess of Kildenree, and she did not open her eyes for three days.”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #29
    Shannon Hale
    “Geric," she called.
    He turned back around.
    "What kind of flowers were they?"
    "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with his hands, forming their size and shape from the air. "They were yellow, and smallish, and had lots of petals."
    "Thank you," she said. "They were beautiful.”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl

  • #30
    Shannon Hale
    “Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn..”
    Shannon Hale, The Goose Girl



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