Sarah J. Maas Quotes

Sarah J. Maas Quotes

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

I'm not married," he said softly, "because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

To escape death, she'd become death.

When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me...

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

To listen to what I'd heard - as if I'd already learned everything I needed.

Aelin Galathynius smiled at her, hand still outreached. "Get up." the princess said.
Celaena reached across the earth between them and brushed her fingers against Aelin's.

And arose.

A promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.

Sam's hand brushed her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin as he brought his mouth close to her ear and murmured, "You look beautiful. Though I bet you already know that." She most certainly did.

He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.
A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.”
Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once.
I most certainly do, he seemed to say.

He didn't know why, but seeing her made him feel like a man. She was something out of a dream - a dream in which he was not a spoiled young prince, but a king.

It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed.

No. I can survive well enough on my own - if given the proper reading material.

Don't you ever do anything other than read?" said Chaol.

A lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.

Alone with Rolfe, Celaena raised her sword. “Celaena Sardothien, at your service.”

The pirate was still staring at her, his face pale with rage. “How dare you deceive me?” She sketched a bow.

“I did nothing of the sort. I told you I was beautiful.

Aelin is alive.

Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well.

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.

Rhysand stared at me for long enouth that I faced him. "Be glad of your humam heart, Freyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.

Marriage is a legal contract - it's not a sacred thing.

I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone.

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.

I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not destroying, I'm creating.

I like music,' she said slowly, 'because when I hear it, I...I lose myself within myself if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once.

And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. “I love you.

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

You said you didn’t care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I’m not mistaken."

“I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!

Where do men find it in themselves to do such monstrous things?

To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass.

He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena."

Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough.

What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements?

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