Quotes by "Sarah J. Maas"

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

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.

She would not go quietly. She was not afraid.

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

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

Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. “And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know … ” His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. “I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored—honored to be your mate.” His arms wrapped around me and he pressed his forehead to my shoulder, his body shaking. I stroked a hand through his silken hair. “I love you,” I said again. I hadn’t dared say the words in my head. “And I’d endure every second of it over again so I could find you. And if war comes, we’ll face it. Together. I won’t let them take me from you. And I won’t let them take you from me, either.” Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine. When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. “You’re mine,” I breathed.

I want to take my time with you - to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience” he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, “when I make you moan, Aelin.

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

To escape death, she'd become death.

Everyone sounded the same when they died.

She was a wolf. She was death, devourer of the worlds.

Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered. Stones were eternal—flowers were not.

Cauldron save you. Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. Go, and enter eternity.

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

We need hope, or else we cannot endure.

It was that initial leap of utter faith, that initial lurch into motion, that had my limbs locking up.

I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.

I have no regrets in my life, but this. That we did not have time.

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

I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.