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  • #1
    Sarah J. Maas
    “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

  • #2
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #3
    Sarah J. Maas
    “If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Sarah J. Maas
    “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

  • #6
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

  • #7
    Juno  Dawson
    “-Is anyone "blissfully happy" past the age of about ten?

    -Yes. Plenty of people. All the time, in fact.”
    Juno Dawson, Clean

  • #8
    Juno  Dawson
    “Think we were both starting fires to see if any of them burned.”
    Juno Dawson, Clean

  • #9
    Juno  Dawson
    “How stylishly broken we all are.”
    Juno Dawson, Clean

  • #10
    Juno  Dawson
    “Maybe that’s when you become a grown-up - when you stop feeling safe.”
    Juno Dawson, Clean

  • #11
    Sarah J. Maas
    “His tunic was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his blue-black hair before he wordlessly slumped against the wall across from me and slid to the floor.
    "What do you want?" I demanded.
    "A moment of peace and quiet," he snapped, rubbing his temples.
    I paused. "From what?"
    He massaged his pale skin, making the corners of his eyes go up and down, out and in. He sighed. "From this mess."
    I sat up farther on my pallet of the hay. I'd never seen him so candid.
    "That damned bitch is running me ragged," he went on, and dropped his hands from his temples to lean his head against the wall. "You hate me. Imagine how you'd feel if I made you serve in my bedroom. I'm High Lord of the Night Court - not her harlot."
    So the slurs were true. And I could imagine very easily how much I would hate him - what it would do to me - to be enslaved to someone like that. "Why are you telling me this?"
    The swagger and nastiness were gone. "Because I'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person I can talk to without putting myself at risk." He let out a low laugh. "How absurd: a High Lord of Prythian and a - "
    "You can leave if you're just going to insult me."
    "But I'm so good at it". He flashed one of his grins. I glared at him, but he sighted. "One wrong move tomorrow, Freyre, and we're all doomed.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #12
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the wings. Or the flying.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #13
    Sarah J. Maas
    “But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.”
    “Oh?”
    I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”.”
    Sarah J. Maas

  • #14
    Sarah J. Maas
    “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

  • #15
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Feyre!" someone roared. No, not someone - Rhysand.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

  • #16
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Was I interrupting? I thought it was over." Rhys gave me a smile dripping with venom. He knew-through that bond, through whatever magic was between us, he'd known I was about to say no. "At least Feyre seemed to think so.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #17
    Sarah J. Maas
    “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

  • #18
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended—
    A broad hand gripped my face—gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment.
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #19
    Sarah J. Maas
    “I will bow to no one and nothing but my crown.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #20
    Lynette Noni
    “Never apologize for loving someone. Even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.”
    Lynette Noni, The Prison Healer

  • #21
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Mors irrumat omnia. Death fucks us all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #22
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Maybe all rich people asked the wrong questions. For people like Alex, it would never be what do you want. It was always just how much can you get?”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #23
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Only two things kept you safe: money and power.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #24
    Leigh Bardugo
    “They tried to kill me, Hellie,” she rasped as she slid into the dark. That means I get to try to kill them.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #25
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Alex felt something dark inside her uncoil. “You’re a flat beast,” Hellie had once said to her. “Got a little viper lurking in there, ready to strike. A rattler probably.” She’d said it with a grin, but she’d been right.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #26
    Khaled Hosseini
    “A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.”
    Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #27
    Khaled Hosseini
    “Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.”
    Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #28
    Khaled Hosseini
    “Miriam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Miriam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.”
    Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #29
    Khaled Hosseini
    “Mariam lay on the couch, hands tucked between her knees, watched the whirlpool of snow twisting and spinning outside the window. She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how people like us suffer, she'd said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.”
    Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #30
    Jandy Nelson
    “Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people,” I say. “Maybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time.” Hauling them in as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things.”
    Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun



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