Andrew Colan

“So you can’t eat normal food anymore—or are you too good for it?” A question and a challenge. Rhys’s fork clanked on his plate. Elain made a small, distressed noise. And though Nesta had let me use this house, though she’d tried to cross the wall for me and we’d worked out a tentative truce, the tone, the disgust and disapproval … I laid my hand flat on the table. “I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even.” Cassian choked on his water. Azriel shifted on his seat, angling to spring between us if need be.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“You will feel that way every day for the rest of your life,” Rhysand said. This close, I could smell the sweat on him, the sea-and-citrus scent beneath it. His eyes were soft. I tried to look away, but he held my chin firm. “And I know this because I have felt that way every day since my mother and sister were slaughtered and I had to bury them myself, and even retribution didn’t fix it.” He wiped away the tears on one cheek, then another. “You can either let it wreck you, let it get you killed like it nearly did with the Weaver, or you can learn to live with it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said, “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury