Grace > Grace's Quotes

“When the survivors are gone we must not let the truth disappear with them. Please, give them a voice.”
― Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea

“He touched her chin. His eyes never left hers, and she almost felt as if he’d touched those as well. And then, with the softest, most tender caress imaginable, he kissed her. Sophie didn’t just feel loved; she felt revered.
“I should wait until Monday,” he said, “but I don’t want to.”
“I don’t want you to wait,” she whispered.
He kissed her again, this time with a bit more urgency. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Everything I ever dreamed of.”
His lips found her cheek, her chin, her neck, and every kiss, every nibble robbed her of balance and breath. She was sure her legs would give out, sure her strength would fail her under his tender onslaught, and just when she was convinced she’d crumple to the floor, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“In my heart,” he vowed, settling her against the quilts and pillows, “you are my wife.”
Sophie’s breath caught.
“After our wedding it will be legal,” he said, stretching out alongside her, “blessed by God and country, but right now—” His voice grew hoarse as he propped himself up on one elbow so that he could gaze into her eyes. “Right now it is true.”
Sophie reached up and touched his face. “I love you,” she whispered. “I have always loved you. I think I loved you before I even knew you.”
He leaned down to kiss her anew, but she stopped him with a breathy, “No, wait.”
He paused, mere inches from her lips.
“At the masquerade,” she said, her voice uncharacteristically shaky, “even before I saw you, I felt you. Anticipation. Magic. There was something in the air. And when I turned, and you were there, it was as if you’d been waiting for me, and I knew that you were the reason I’d stolen into the ball.”
Something wet hit her cheek. A single tear, fallen from his eye.
“You are the reason I exist,” she said softly, “the very reason I was born.”
He opened his mouth, and for a moment she was certain he would say something, but the only sound that emerged was a rough, halting noise, and she realized that he was overcome, that he could not speak.
She was undone.”
― Julia Quinn, An Offer From a Gentleman

“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, or There and Back Again

“There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

“But I’ve always believed that murder is the healthiest obsession of all.”
― Simone St. James, The Book of Cold Cases

“Don't make your life about the loss. Make it about the love.”
― Tracy Deonn, Legendborn

“I'm afraid so," Papa signs. "We can't hide from our ancestors' misdeeds."
I interrupt. "But we can make our own choices now.”
― Ann Clare LeZotte, Show Me a Sign

“I am what I am, an’ I’m not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth botherin’ with.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.”
― Malala Yousafzai, I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban

“Because paper has more patience than people. ”
― Anne Frank

“I really can't think about kissing when I've got a rebellion to incite. ”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

“No, she didn’t need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her.”
― Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love

“Thank God for old spinsters,” he said.”
― Simone St. James, The Broken Girls

“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I am a moth to his flame, and he never hesitates to burn me.”
― Anna Todd, After

“That I want you. More than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in my entire life.” He looks away from me.”
― Anna Todd, After

“Well. Bad things happen to people during war, even good people, as it did
with Jake. It is no respecter of persons, war. Even if it doesn’t damage your
body, it damages your soul”
― Kimi Cunningham Grant

“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
― Josephine Hart, Damage

“The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it. —ALICE MILLER”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“For every Nesta out there- climb the mountain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“To whatever end,” he whispered.
Silver lined her eyes. “To whatever end.”
A reminder—and a vow, more sacred than the wedding oaths they’d sworn on that ship.
To walk this path together, back from the darkness of the iron coffin. To face what waited in Terrasen, ancient promises to the gods be damned.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“To whatever end?” she breathed. Rowan followed her, as he had his entire life, long before they had ever met, before their souls had sparked into existence. “To whatever end, Fireheart.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash