Rowan Quotes

“I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“Rowan considered for a moment, and then said, "I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“I can't bury another friend."
"You won't."
"If anything ever happened to you, Rowan-"
"Don't" he breathed. "Don't even say it. We dealt with that enough the other night."
He lifted a hand - hesitated, and then brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His callused fingers scrapped against her cheekbone, then caressed the shell of her ear.
It was foolish to even start down that road, when every other man she'd let in had left some wound, in one way or another, accidentally or not.
There was nothing tender in his face. Only a predator's glittering gaze. "When we get back," he said, "remind me to prove you wrong about every thought that just went through your head."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He gave her a sly smile that made thinking impossible. Exactly what he wanted - to distract her from the horrors of tomorrow. "I'll even let you decide how I tell you: with words"- his eyes flickered once to her mouth- "or with my teeth and tongue.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Rowan Whitethorn is a legend. And so is his—what do you call them?”
“Cadre,” she said glumly.
“The six of them …” Aedion loosed a breath. “We used to tell stories about them around fires. Their battles and exploits and adventures.”
She sighed through her nose. “Please, please don’t ever tell him that. I’ll never hear the end of it, and he’ll use it in every argument we have.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“I love you," Rowan breathed onto her skin, and flicked his tongue over the spot where his canines had scractched. "I'd walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“…found the use of actual old-school books off putting, but over time, he'd learned there was something very satisfying to the turning of pages, and the emotional catharsis of slamming a book shut”
― Neal Shusterman, Scythe

“shouldn't the punishment for failure be the awful knowledge of that failure?”
― Neal Shusterman, Scythe

“We need to push each other out of our comfort zones. Because if you’re not afraid, then you are not growing”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“Goddard clapped his hands together, truly tickled. "I have so missed these conversations with you!"
"You mean the ones where you gloat, and I'm tied up?"
"You see? The way you get to the heart of the matter is always so refreshing. So entertaining. I'd keep you as a house pet, if I didn't fear you'd somehow escape and burn me to a crisp in my sleep."
"I would, and I would," Rowan told him.
"I have no doubt.”
― Neal Shusterman, The Toll

“Rowan grinned. "Come now, Your Excellency, there hasn't been a terrorist in hundreds of years. I'm just a janitor cleaning filth from dark corners.”
― Neal Shusterman, Thunderhead

“She'd burned him again. And yet he had held onto her - had run all the way here and not let go once.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Her entire face lights up like a solar flare. She shines so brightly that everything else pales in comparison. I feel helplessly trapped in her magnetic field, so close to the sun I might burst into flames.”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“His eyes had a careworn coolness to them as if he had seen more than he should, and had stopped caring in order to save what was left of his soul.”
― Neal Shusterman, Thunderhead

“Declan shows off the small smile he saves for us.”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“He is the Devil. Zahra. Well, that explains why Eve fell for his tricks”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“We don’t seek to make the world better.
We seek t make it ours.”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“Te quiero. No hay ningún límite a lo que puedo darte, no necesito tiempo alguno. E incluso cuando este mundo no sea más que un susurro de polvo olvidado entre las estrellas, te querré.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“The chain had an open platinum oval pendant that was shaped like a teardrop. Dangling from the teardrop were three smaller, detachable chains of staggered lengths. At the bottom of the three chains were three different-size settings, one for each of Lily's stones. The largest setting hung lowest, the medium above that, and at the top was a tiny, pea-size setting, waiting for her shy golden stone. Lily ran the small chains through her fingers, finding the clasps that detached them from the teardrop easy to work but stable. They wouldn't come off unless she meant to remove them.”
― Josephine Angelini, Trial by Fire

“People need truth! They need it to be happy, to know what to do, to live!”
― Rosemary Kirstein, The Steerswoman

“She lay her head on his shoulder. “You were a great warrior?”
“I certainly thought so. But everyone has a fall sometimes.”
― Dominique Eastwick, Seducing Sarka

“This is no dungeon.”
Sarka spun toward him. “What would you call it, then?”
“A workshop. I will have to introduce you to a real dungeon one day.”
― Dominique Eastwick, Seducing Sarka

“Zahara’s my opposite in every way that counts. I can’t compare to a woman who can light up a room with her smile alone. She’s like the sun, with everyone orbiting around her to bask in her warmth.. Unlike me, who keeps people away from me with nothing but a scowl.”
― Lauren Asher, The Fine Print

“Biddy knew the trees as soon as Hutchincroft led her to them: three of them in a triangle, each slender and white-limbed, leaves turning golden brown and bristling with red berries. Rowan trees.”
― H.G. Parry, The Magician’s Daughter

“— Mutta ettekö voisi käyttää marjojanne lääkkeeksi? kysyi Illusia todella säälien pihlajaa.
— Hihihihii, nauroi pihlaja. — Kylläpä sinä olet vielä tietämätön. Etkö sinä tiedä, etteivät ihmislääkäritkään koskaan usko itseensä. He epäilevät jokaista omaa lääkettään myrkyksi ja pyytävät siksi kipuihinsa apua toisilta lääkäreiltä.”
― Yrjö Kokko, Pessi ja Illusia

“You can't save everyone, but you sure as hell don't stop trying. -Rowan, Sin & Salvation Series”
― Jayne Anderson

“A blue April morning, the shimmer of light, a breath, a passing air, and it was no longer a harsh and stubborn country, its hard-won fields beleaguered by moor and whin, its stones heaped together in dyke and cairn, marking the land like lines upon a weathered countenance, whose past must stay upon it to the end; but a dream, willing men's hearts. In the sun the leafless boughs were gleaming. Birches were like tangles of shining hair; or rather, he thought, insubstantial, floating like shredded light above the soil. Below the hills blue floated in the hollows, all but tangible, like a distillation that light had set free from the earth; and on a rowan tree in early leaf, its boughs blotted against the background, the tender leaves, like flakes of green fire, floated too, the wild burning life of spring loosened from earth's control. On every side, earth was transmuted. Scents floated, the subtle life released ftom earth and assailing the pulses. Song floated. This dour and thankless country, this land that grat a' winter and girned a' summer could change before one's eyes to an elfin and enchanted radiance, could look, by some rare miracle of light or moisture, essentialised.”
― Nan Shepherd, The Weatherhouse

“True to being the firstborn, Caraline's magic was louder and warmer. It thrived in her cooking, when she folded it into dough and steeped it in broth. Rowan didn't know how hibiscus rolls could soften an argument, or why rosemary bread helped someone remember things that had long ago started to fade, but somehow they did. Caraline called it comfort, but Rowan knew it was enchantment.
Saoirse could coax flowers to bloom out of season and lure herbs to grow even in the heaviest clay soil. Her teas did more than soothe. Rowan had seen them ease fevers, quiet grief, and silence nightmares. Saoirse didn't call it magic, but Rowan had always felt it in the way a room calmed when she entered. She carried stillness like a cloak.
And then there was Rowan. She didn't brew curative tinctures or bake healing breads. Her magic, such as it was, served no purpose. It didn't look like theirs.
In fact, it didn't look like anything.
Her eyes, green like clover and threaded with gold, drew stares she couldn't explain. And her hair, with a single streak of impossible red, practically glowed in the moonlight. She tried to hide it, oh, how she tried. She used to bleach to turn it Marilyn Monroe blonde, but it didn't work. She dyed it every shade of brown, then black, thinking she could bury the flame. But it never lasted. The ruby streak always returned, a mark she couldn't shake.
People always looked at her a second too long, as if they could sense something inexplicable about her. Sometimes she even felt it too. But most of the time she felt like the odd one out with her sisters.
Saoirse had a head of red hair and her eyes were dark like pine needles. Unlike Rowan, she didn't long for friends. All she needed were her plants, herbs, and whatever flower she held at any given moment, plus the apothecary she always created wherever they lived. And, of course, the swallows, which she could make behave.
Caraline's hair was the color of midnight, which set off the flecks of amber in her eyes. She was the opposite of both Rowan and Saoirse. Friendships with women she could do without, but the attention she got from men? That practically fed her soul. At every new place they went, Caraline had herself a new beau within days.
And Rowan had her red streak.
But it wasn't just her hair. It wasn't just her eyes. Worse were the unexpected tastes that bloomed on her tongue whenever she was around people. Her magic stirred, and it was as if she could taste their emotions and who they were, deep down inside.”
― Ivy Cassidy, House of Spells and Secrets

“I named you after my favorite tree. The rowan tree. It has white flowers in the spring, red berries in the fall, and the leaves turn yellow in autumn. It’s so delicate looking, but really it’s hardy and strong.” She smiled, bumping Rowan again. “It’s a tree of power, where magic will flower. That’s you.”
― Ivy Cassidy, House of Spells and Secrets