Isabela De > Isabela's Quotes

“A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.
A rider without their dragon is dead.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I'm keeping it.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Oh, gods.”
“Which one are you calling out for? Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“There is nothing more sacred than the Archives. Even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I will not die today.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“There is no me without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch. You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“It’s been. My honor.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?"
"My name is Violet."
"I think my version fits you better.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows.
“Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder.
I scoff. “What are you waiting for?”
“It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.”
“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“He cares for you. That’s already hard enough for him.”
“He cares about keeping me alive. There’s a difference.”
“Not for him there isn’t.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Coming in last is better than coming in dead.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“You turned oranges into a weapon, Violence?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I’m just… not as strong as other riders.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Violet Sorrengail,' she whispers, moving closer. 'Are you wearing Riorson's flight jacket?'

Liam's head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing.

'Why would you say that?' I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket.

'Oh, I don't know. Because it's huge on you and there are three stars right here?' She taps where there's only one star on her uniform.

Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly.

'It could be any third-year's.' I shrug.

'With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?' She cocks an eyebrow.

'That does limit it a bit,' I agree.

'And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?' she teases.

'Fine, it's his.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing