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“I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?"
"You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You do not fear... You do not falter. You do not yield.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me."
Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“There are those who seek me a lifetime but never we meet,
And those i kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.

At times i seem to favor the clever and the fair,
But i bless all those who are brave enough to dare.

By large, my ministrations are soft-handed and sweet,
But scorned, i become a difficult beast to defeat.

For though my strikes lands a powerful blow,
When i kill, I do it slow....”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Dance, Feyre," he whispered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You drove me mad,”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“He stole you away into the night, claiming some nonsense about the Treaty. And then everything went on as if it had never happened. It wasn’t right. None of it was right."
"You went after me," I said. "You went after me -- to Prythian."
"I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through."
I raised a shaking hand to my throat. "You trekked two days there and two days back-- through the winter woods?"
She shrugged, looking at the sliver she'd pried from the table. "I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me."
"You did that -- for me?"
Nesta's eyes -- my eyes, our mother's eyes -- met mine. "It wasn't right," she said again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Smile again, he whispered.
I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled...”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Which was worse? To feel nothing, or to grieve for something you no longer remembered? Surely when you forgot, you'd forget to be sad, or what was the point?”
― Bridget Collins, The Binding

“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights