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Everything that exists, yearns to live. That’s what the cycle of life is all about. That’s the engine that drives the great biological pumps of evolution. Everything tries to inch its way up the tree, clawing or tentacling or sliming its way up to the next niche until it gets to the very top—which, on the whole, never seems to have been worth all that effort. Everything that exists, yearns to live.

“Belief is one of the most powerful organic forces in the multiverse. It may not be able to move mountains, exactly. But it can create someone who can. People get exactly the wrong idea about belief. They think the sequence is, first object, then belief. In fact, it works the other way.”

“trolls believe that all living things go through Time backward. If the past is visible and the future is hidden, they say, then it means you must be facing the wrong way. Everything alive is going through life back to front.” LIFE IS NOT COMING AT YOU, ITS THROUGH YOU.

“do not pretend that you are some meek, pathetic little girl when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes.”

“and Aedion grinned at his queen as the entire world went to hell.” LETS GO

“She lifted her face to the stars. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, air of two mighty bloodlines, protector of a one glorious people, and Queen of Terrasen. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, and she would not be afraid.”

There is one true king in this room—­there always has been. And he is not sitting on that throne. There is a queen in the north, and she has already beaten you once. She will beat you again. Because what she represents, and what your son represents, is what you fear most: hope. You cannot steal it, no matter how many you rip from their homes and enslave. And you cannot break it, no matter how many you murder.

“But these days. . . she didn’t know what she needed. All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of the abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in. And maybe that was a good thing.”

“You like to suffer. You collect scars because you want proof that you’re paying for whatever since you’ve committed. Tell me, do you think you will go to some blessed afterworld, or do you expect a burning hell? You’re hoping for a hell – because how could you face them in the afterworld? Better to suffer, to be damned for eternity.

THIS BOOK IS SO BEAUTIFUL “She yawned, and Rowan rubbed his eyes, his other hand still in hers. But he didn’t let go. And when she woke before dawn, warm and safe and rested, Rowan was still holding her hand, clasped to his chest. Something molten rushed through her, pouring over every crack and fracture still left gaping and open. Not to hurt or to mar—but to weld. To forge.”

“She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw the other part of her… You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”

“It would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her—and didn’t hate her for it.”

“See what you want, and seize it. Don’t ask for it. don’t wish for it. Take it.”

“Don’t let that light go out. The darkness that thrive in her soul had no light left. No light—save for a kernel, a faint flicker. Don’t let that light go out.”

“Do not let that light go out.”

“She was a weapon forged to end lives.” “‘Enough! We have enough enemies as it is! There are worse things out there to face!’ Celaena slowly turned to him, her face splattered with blood and eyes blazing bright. ‘No, there aren’t. Because I’m here now.’”

“‘I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with.’

The man clicked his tongue. ‘If you were really that good, you would be more than the Captain of the Guard.’

Chaol let out a low laugh. ‘I wasn’t talking about me.

‘She’s just one girl.’

Chaol gave the man a grin. ‘Then you’re really in for a surprise.’” AHHHHHHHHH

“‘You could be different,’ Elena said quietly. ‘You could be great. Greater than me—than any of us. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”

“I name you Elentiya. I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.’”

“He won every game, yet she hardly noticed. As long as she hit the ball, it resulted in shameless bragging. When she missed—well, even the fires of hell couldn’t compare to rage that burst her mouth.” she’s so me 💜

“Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.” 🌟✨⭐️

But she squared her shoulders. Straightened her spine.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.

THIS BOOK MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME.

“If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.”

you guys. i have officially decided it is time for my reread of throne of glass. fire me up

😭😭😭😭😭“In other words, yes. All you crawlers in Cuba pulled it off. Especially Carl who literally pulled off a guy named Raul to make this happen. And in case you don’t get the metaphor: Carl jerked off a crab.” “What the fuck?” I called up into the air. “That’s not true!”

Never stare into the blinding eye of the Bedlam Bride. What it means is don’t become obsessed with something, lest you’re blinded to everything else.

“You are wrong about why you are good at what you do,” Cristina said. “It is not just training. Everyone trains, Emma.” “Yeah, but I kill myself training,” Emma said. “It’s just about all I do. I get up and train, and run, and I split my hands on the punching bag, and I train for hours into the night, and I have to, because there is nothing else special about me and nothing else that matters.”

“Men, if you must die with your boots on, die for your families, your homes, your country, but do not longer consent to die, like rats in a trap, for those who have no more interest in you than in the pick you dig with”

“Donut: PREPOTENTE DON’T BE MEAN TO KATIA. Rezan: Why does that cat always type in all caps? Donut: WHY DIDN’T YOUR MOTHER DRIBBLE YOU BACK OUT ONTO THE TRUCK STOP BATHROOM FLOOR, REZAN?”

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