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  • #1
    Sylvia Plath
    “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #2
    Sylvia Plath
    “To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #3
    Sylvia Plath
    “because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #4
    Sylvia Plath
    “But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #10
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?"
    "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej.
    "Gun to the back?" said Jesper.
    "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
    "You're all horrible," said Matthias.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #11
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #12
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #13
    Leigh Bardugo
    “She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #14
    Leigh Bardugo
    “The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #15
    Leigh Bardugo
    “It's not natural for women to fight."
    "It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #16
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. “Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”
    Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”
    “My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #17
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I'm a business man," he'd told her. "No more, no less."
    "You're a thief, Kaz."
    "Isn't that what I just said?”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #18
    Leigh Bardugo
    “He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #19
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #20
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No Mourners.
    No Funerals.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #21
    Leigh Bardugo
    I have been made to protect you. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #22
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I can hear the change in Kaz's breathing when he looks at you."
    "You... you can?"
    "It catches every time, like he's never seen you before.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #23
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Stay,” she panted. Tears leaked from her eyes. “Stay till the end.”
    “And after,” he said. “And always.”
    “I want to feel safe again. I want to go home to Ravka.”
    “Then I’ll take you there. We’ll set fire to raisins or whatever you heathens do for fun.”
    “Zealot,” she said weakly.
    “Witch.”
    “Barbarian.”
    “Nina,” he whispered, “little red bird. Don’t go.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #24
    Leigh Bardugo
    “No mourners, no funerals. Another way of saying good luck. But it was something more. A dark wink to the fact that there would be no expensive burials for people like them, no marble markers to remember their names, no wreaths of myrtle and rose.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #25
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Men mock the gods until they need them, Kaz.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #26
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?"
    "Guns?" asked Jesper.
    "Ships?" queried Inej.
    "Bombs?" suggested Wylan.
    "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #27
    Leigh Bardugo
    “What do you want then?"
    The old answers came easily to mind. Money. Vengeance. Jordie's voice in my head silenced forever. But a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome. You, Inej. You.
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #28
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Besides, she was the Wraith – the only law that applied to her was gravity, and some days she defied that, too.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #29
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Meeting you was a disaster.”
    She raised a brow. “Thank you.”
    Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. “But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.”
    “I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.”
    “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #30
    Leigh Bardugo
    “A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost Grisha, a Suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows



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