Cassandra Rose Clarke Quotes

He smelled like magic and sweat and the sea, but there was something else beneath all that, something sweet and warm like honey, and just for a moment I didn't feel afraid anymore.

Nobody writes down stories." [Ananna]
"They do when they're trapped at sea and bored senseless." [Naji]

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What stopped you? Why didn't you help her?" [Naji]
"Cause you're my friend," I said. [Ananna]
All the hardness in his features melted away. "Oh.

That made me sad. Sure, sirens are a pain in the ass, but how could he not see all the beauty that was out there
the starlight leaving stains of brightness in the water, the salt-kissed wind? I wanted to find a way to share it with him, show him there was more in the world than blood and shadow.

I thought the assassin was moving kind of slow for an assassin. Maybe the magic had done something after all. Or maybe he felt sorry for me. That sort of thing happens among cutthroats more often than you'd expect.

I can't believe this," I muttered, cradling the skein of water up close to my chest. "Two weeks in the desert all on account of some assassin who doesn't know how to look out for snakes."
"If you hadn't killed that snake," Naji said calmly, "I would have killed you."
" Oh, shut up.

That don't make sense."
"Of course not," he said. "It's magic.

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That weird feeling of wanting to be found and not wanting to be found stuck with me.

Cockiness is useful to fake on occasion, but it'll only get you killed if you believe it.

Desire is simple," he said. "Desire is something even a machine can understand." There was a stillness in the air that mirrored the stillness of his body. "But when I desired you I began to love you. You were the first being I ever loved. I didn't know it, of course. I had no idea what it meant, no idea what I was feeling. Love was never something I was supposed to experience. I don't think I was supposed to know desire, either, but she never expected me to meet you." He laughed against her skin. "Later, after your father ... when he took out those restrictions, I was finally able to understand the complexities of love. Even if I didn't want to. At first.

Sure, It's a good thing, though." She leaned against the ship's wheel, squinted into the sun. "Because you're a women. If they're scared of you, they'll listen to you."
"That's how it works with men too."
Marjani shook her head and laughed. "Not always. Men have the option of earning respects.

I'm sorry," he said."I thought the blankets would be enough." He paused. "It's rather enjoyable listening to the wind blow in. That is why I didn't choose to close the windows."
Cat smiled in spite of the cold. She knew what he meant. Whenever northers blew in, the trees rattled outside bedroom window and for some reason the sound always comforted her. It reminded her of Christmas.

Love is a wound," the assassin said. " Neither life nor death.

She'd never encountered any stories as intricate or compelling as the stories he gave her, nor anything that made her sigh when she read it. She liked best the stories about people becoming other things. Stories where women became swans or echoes. In the evenings, when Finn disappeared into the mysterious recesses of the laboratory, Cat went out to the garden or down to the river and wondered what it would be like to be a stream of water, a cypress tree, a star burning a million miles away.

You might as well get used to it."
"What, fish? Trust me, I'm plenty used to fish."
"No," he said. "Letting me protect you.

I loved him more fiercely than I'd love anyone. But he didn't love me back.

Manticores with love spells," Marjani said. "Well, that's awfully terrifying.

She had thought about that moment so often during the past few years it had dried out. It was stale, like old, odourless potpourri. But she still want back to it, because it was the only one.

They thought they were so different, Flame and Ice. Enemies always do. The Soviets and the West, they were the same. They looked at each other and saw monsters; they looked at themselves and saw men. But Jordan stood on the outside and knew them each for both monsters and men, the good and the bad bleeding together. They were only villains and heroes in their own stories.

One of the first things I learned. You get stranded, look for water. Then find a place to protect yourself.

You don't realize how much you miss something till it comes back to you, and then you wonder how you went so long without it.

For the first time, I understood the difference between leaving and not staying. It was the difference between a snarl and a smile.

I have endeavoured to be human, a fact Daniel had difficulty accepting at first. However, he never looked down on me for it. And he made his mistakes. But ultimately he loved me - for who I am, for what I am. He loved me, not some version of me that will never exist. And for that I am grateful. It is a mark of true humanity.

I wasn't really going to go. I ain't so heartless I'm gonna let someone be struck down with pain on account of me. Even if that someone is a murderer and a liar. Hell, murderers and liars used to sing me to sleep.

There are three ways of bettering yourself in the Pirates' Confederation, Mama told me once: murder, mutiny, and marriage.

What kinda vows? Celibacy? I thought, though I didn't say it. Nobody keeps a celibacy vow anyway.

This was why I hated beautiful people. They build you up and then they destroy you. And we let 'em.

He didn't ask - of course he didn't ask - but he did show up at the captain's quarters one evening after dinner looking sheepish.

There is nothing else like me in the entire world, said Finn. "That's what you wrote. I'm the only one. I can't tell you what it means to be the only one of my kind," he said. "I can't ... There is a lack in myself. But your thesis almost filled it in. It was ... a start.

Well, look who's on my front porch," he said, speaking Empire with this odd hissing accent. "A murderer and a cross-dressing pirate."
I looked down at my clothes, ripped and shredded and covered in mud and sand and dried blood. I'd forgotten I was dressed like a boy.
"So are you here to kill me or to rob me?" the man said. "I generally don't find it useful to glow when undertaking acts of subterfuge, but then, I'm just a wizard

I ain't moving. Gotta rest up for the next two damn weeks.