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“I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“Rise so high, in mud you lie.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“It wasn't that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“Adeline was going to be a tree, and instead, people have come brandishing an ax.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“The day passes like a sentence.
The sun falls like a scythe.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“I am not ruined. I am ruination.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“She reminded him of an ocean - beautiful, with enough salt to kill a man. He suspected it would take a knight or a hero of legend to impress one such as her.”
― Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Bone Houses

“Suffering is cheap as clay and twice as common. What matters is what each man makes of it.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“We are all someone's monster.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“I don't reserve my friendship for perfect people.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Beauty was your armor. Fragile stuff, all show. But what's inside you? That's steel. It's brave and unbreakable. And it doesn't need fixing.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“I never said it was your god. Your god hates women. We were an afterthought.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Serpent & Dove

“The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“Is this thing safe?"
"Safe as life," Gansey replied.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

“People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“Just… be careful.’
I stared at her, baffled. 'Of what?’
'Of powerful men.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone

“What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“You might make me a better man.”
“And you might make me a monster.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“If your god is so delicate, maybe you should get a new one.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Home was taste and smell and sensation. It was not a place.”
― Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Bone Houses

“Can you miss something before it's gone?" …
"I think so. The anticipation of the loss hurts nearly as much as the loss itself. You find yourself trying to hold onto every detail, because you'll never have them again.”
― Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Bone Houses

“Here's why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot talk, so I listen very well. I never deflect the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another's conversations constantly. It's like being a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street. For instance, if we met at a party and I wanted to tell you a story about the time I needed to get a soccer ball in my neighbor's yard but his dog chased me and I had to jump into a swimming pool to escape, and I began telling the story, you, hearing the words "soccer" and "neighbor" in the same sentence, might interrupt and mention that your childhood neighbor was Pele, the famous soccer player, and I might be courteous and say, Didn't he play for the Cosmos of New York? Did you grow up in New York? And you might reply that, no, you grew up in Brazil on the streets of Tres Coracoes with Pele, and I might say, I thought you were from Tennessee, and you might say not originally, and then go on to outline your genealogy at length. So my initial conversational gambit - that I had a funny story about being chased by my neighbor's dog - would be totally lost, and only because you had to tell me all about Pele. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“She was not one to be befuddled by a beautiful boy and a few well-spoken words. Beautiful things were often poisonous or useless - a handful of glossy berries that could kill with a taste, or a carved wooden spoon with no other purpose than to be admired.”
― Emily Lloyd-Jones, The Bone Houses

“But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten, To remember when know one else does.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue