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“She bade us remember that it was cowardice to succumb to the greatest misfortunes, and that with time and courage there was no evil that could not be remedied.”
― Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve, Beauty and the Beast

“Ha!" exclaimed Beauty, almost angrily, "know that I would lay down my life to save his, and that this Monster, who is only one in form, has a heart so humane that he should not be persecuted for a deformity which he refrains from rendering more hideous by his actions. I will not repay his kindness with such black ingratitude.”
― Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve, La Belle et la Bête

“It is easier to reason with love than to conquer it”
― Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve, The Story of the Beauty and the Beast: The Original Classic French Fairytale

“To see you was instantly to love you. Entering your apartment, tremblingly, my joy was excessive to find that you could behold me with greater intrepidity than I could behold myself.”
― Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve, The Beauty and the Beast

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Then, Mother above, Nesta shifted her attention to Cassian, noticing that gleam—what it meant. She snarled softly, “What are you looking at?”

Cassian’s brows rose—little amusement to be found now. “Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall.” My face began heating, and I opened my mouth. To say what, I didn’t know. “Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make —and insult my people in the process.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian.'

Rhys's voice was a thing of nightmares, of the darkness between the stars.

Cassian froze at that voice he'd so rarely heard, and never once directed at himself. 'What happened?'

Rhys's face was wholly calm. But death- black, raging death- lay in his eyes. Not a star or shimmer of violet remained.

Rhys said in that voice that was like hell embodied, 'Nesta saw fit to inform Feyre of the risk to her and the babe.'

Cassian's heart began thundering, even as it splintered.

Rhys held his state, and it was all Cassian could do to weather it as his brother, his High Lord said, 'Get Nesta out of this city. Right now.' Rhys's power rumbled in the room like a rising storm. 'Before I fucking kill her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“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

“She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.'
'What?' Mor whsipered.
I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Only you can decide what breaks you, Cursebreaker. Only you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian's smile softened. 'Hello, Feyre.'

My throat tightened to the point of pain, and I threw my arms around his neck, embracing him tightly.

'I missed you, too,' Cassian murmured, squeezing me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Lucien,' my captor said quietly, the name echoing with a hint of a snarl. 'Behave.'

Lucien went rigid, but he hopped off the edge of the table and bowed deeply to me. 'My apologies, lady.' Another joke at my expense. 'I'm Lucien. Courtier and emissary.' He gestured to me with a flourish. 'Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire - but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only to fear it... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place - looking for you all.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“I rose on surprisingly steady knees.
Felt all of them tense, Tamlin’s gaze like a brand as I walked toward the
shadowsinger, my sparkling gown hissing along the floor behind me. As I put
a tattooed hand on the hard, near-invisible curve of the shield and said,
“Come, Azriel.”
Azriel stopped.
Eris gasped for air as those scarred hands loosened. As Azriel turned his
face toward me—
The frozen rage there rooted me to the spot.
But beneath it, I could almost see the images that haunted him: the hand
Mor had yanked away, her weeping, distraught face as she had screamed at
Rhys.
And now, behind us, Mor was shaking in her chair. Pale and shaking.
I only offered my hand to Azriel. “Come sit beside me.”
Nesta had already moved her seat, and an extra chair appeared beside
mine.
I didn’t let my hand tremble as I kept it extended. And waited.
Azriel’s eyes slid to Eris, the High Lord’s son panting beneath him. And
the shadowsinger leaned down to whisper something in his ear that made Eris
blanch further.
But the shield dropped. The shadows lightened into sunshine.
Beron struck—only for his fire to bounce off a hard barrier of my own. I
lifted my gaze to the High Lord of Autumn. “That’s twice now we’ve handed
you your asses. I’d think you’d be sick of the humiliation.”
Helion laughed. But my attention returned to Azriel, who took my stilloffered hand and rose. The scars were rough against my fingers, but his skin
was like ice. Pure ice.
Mor opened her mouth to say something to Azriel, but Cassian put a hand
on her bare knee and shook his head. I led the shadowsinger to the empty
chair beside mine—then walked to the table myself to pour him a glass of
wine.
No one spoke until I offered it to him and sat down.
“They are my family,” I said at the raised brows I received for my waiting
on him. Tamlin just shook his head in disgust and finally slid that claw back
into his hand. But I met Eris’s fuming gaze, my voice as cold as Azriel’s face
as I said, “I don’t care if we are allies in this war. If you insult my friend
again, I won’t stop him the next time.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“There you are. I've been looking for you.

His first words to me— not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away.

Thank you for finding her for me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Don’t you—you don’t want your own space?”
“No,” he said baldly. “Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“He tugged on the hood, and I savored the shadows and menace and wings.
Death on swift wings. That's what I'd call the painting.
He said softly, "I love it when you look at me like that."
The purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?"
"Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. “I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from.”
“Pig,” I barked”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“His words were a lethal caress as he said, “Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“What do you care?" I barked, and his grip tightened enough on my wrists that I knew my bones would snap with a little more pressure.
"What do I care?" he breathed, wrath twisting his features. Wings - those membranous, glorious wings - flared from his back, crafted from the shadows behind him. "What do I care?"
But before he could go on, his head snapped to the door, then back to my face. The wings vanished as quickly as they had appeared, and then his lips were crushing into mine. His tongue pried my mouth open, forcing himself into me, into the space where I could still taste Tamlin. I pushed and trashed, but he held firm, his tongue sweeping over the roof of my mouth, against my teeth, claiming me -
The door was flung wide, and Amarantha's curved figure filled its space. Tamlin - Tamlin was beside her, his eyes slightly wide, shoulders tight as Rhys's lips still crushed mine.
Amarantha laughed, and a mask of stone slammed down on Tamlin's face. void of feeling, void of anything vaguely like the Tamlin I'd been tangled up with moments before.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby heard. “And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then you lose your head.” I tried not to shiver, as Cassian and Mor showed no reaction at all. “And once Feyre is done killing you,” Rhys smirked, “then I’ll grind your bones to dust.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“There's no such thing as a High Lady," one of Lucien's brothers spat.
A faint smile played on my mouth. "There is now."
And it was time for the world to know it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Feyre Cursebreaker,” someone whispered. Well, that was a new name.”
― sarah j maas