Kiera Cass Quotes

We danced. Remember? I was so proud to have you there, in my arms,in front of other people. Even if you did look like you were having a seizure.

- Just that. Your family must be very different from mine.
- I'd say so. - I laughed. - For one, no one wears their tiaras to breakfast.
- Maxon smiled. - More of a dinner thing at the Singer house?"
- "Of course.

I loved him.
I couldn't pinpoint what made me so certain, but I knew it then, as surely as I knew my name or the color of the sky or any fact written in a book.
Could he feel it, too?
Maxon broke the kiss and looked at me. "You're so pretty when you are a mess."
I laughed nervously. "Thank you. For that and for the rain and for not giving up."
He ran his fingers along my cheek and nose and chin. "You're worth it. I don't think that you get that. You're worth it to me.

Are you all right? I know last night was kind of scary."
"I just didn't expect it. It was asparagus ... He literally punched someone over a vegetable."
Kile laughed. "See, this is why you stick with butter."
"Oh, you and your stupid butter."

What's so funny?" I asked, horrified, trying to think of an inconspicuous way to check my breath.
"Of everything you've done, this is by far the most entertaining!" Maxon bent over, hitting his knee as he laughed.
"Excuse me?"
He kissed me hard on my forehead. "I always wondered what it would be like to see you try." He started laughing again. "I'm sorry; I have to go." Even the way he stood held a sense of amusement. "I'll see you in the morning."
And then he left. He just left!

What we need is change. I can't help but wonder if I might be the only person who can provide it.

And when he broke, it was a miracle he managed to find all the pieces of himself again.

He'd do anything for the people he loved, and I knew without question that I was the person he loved the most.

Fight, America. You might not want to fight for the things that most others would fight for, like money or notoriety, but fight all the same.
Whatever it is that you want, America, go after it with all that you have in you.
Keep from letting fear make you settle for second best.

Perfect was my only option.

I was slow to pick up on their hints. I knew what the Selection was, but never, not even once, had it been suggested as an option for any of us, let alone me.
"No."
Mom put up her hands, cautioning me. "Just listen-"
"A Selection?" I burst out. "That's insane!"
"Eadlyn, you're being irrational. "
I glared at her. "You promised- you promised- you'd never force me into marrying someone for an alliance. How is this any better?"
"Hear us out," she urged.
"No!" I shouted. "I won't do it.

Do you think, that I could still call you 'my dear'?

Fine," I said. "But I'm telling you, this won't work." With an impish grin on his face, he came very close and gave me a long, slow kiss. "And I'm telling you it will.

I wouldn't be surprised if you were actually the ringleader of an all-girl mafia.

Celeste chose to sleep through the flight, which was a small mercy.

He looked down on me from the corner of his eyes, for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us.

A lot of things are yours, America

Beauty is subjective. You know how sometimes what makes a person attractive is the way they make you laugh or how it seems like they can read your mind?

The way we avoided each other as children., the way we couldn't stop looking at each other when we were older, a thousand stolen moments in the tree house - all the things that made us who we are

On the contrary, Maxon held me so close I could smell his cologne and feel his stubble against my cheek.

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

My heart is yours to break

At the end of the day, I can't force any of you to treat people the way you should. But it should be on your conscience that whatever law I pass won't do much unless each of you takes it upon yourself to show kindness to your fellow citizens.

I didn't realize you thought I was so flawed." I stood, turning away.
"Eadlyn, that's not what I'm saying."
"It is. That's fine." I made my way to the door. The accusation filled me with so much rage I could
barely stand it.
"Eadlyn, darling, we want you to be the best queen you can be, that's all," she pleaded.
"I will," I answered, one foot in the hallway. "And I certainly don't need a boy to show me how to
do that.

Knowledge isn't love

I was home. And I finally found my voice. Yes.

The world around us was completely new, but our connection was the same as ever.

America," he begged.
I turned to Maxon.
"They're fine. The rebels were slow, and everyone here knows what to do in an emergency."
I nodded. We stood there quietly for a minute, and I could tell he was about to move on.
"Maxon," I whispered.
He turned back, a little surprised to be addressed so casually.
"About last night. Let me explain. When they came to prep us, to get us ready to come here, there was a man who told me that I was never to turn you down. No matter what you asked for. Not ever."
He was dumbfounded. "What?"
"He made it sound like you might ask for certain things. And you said yourself that you hadn't been around many women. After eighteen years...and then you sent the cameras away. I just got scared when you got that close to me."
Maxon shook his head, trying to process all this. Humiliation, rage, and disbelief all played across his typically even-tempered face.
"Was everyone told this?" he asked, sounding appalled at the idea.
"I don't know. I can't imagine many girls would need such a warning. They're probably waiting to pounce on you," I noted, nodding my head toward the rest of the room.
He gave a dark chuckle. "But you're not, so you had absolutely no qualms about kneeing me in the groin, right?"
"I hit your thigh!"
"Oh, please. A man doesn't need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh," he replied, his voice full of skepticism.
A laugh escaped me. Thankfully, Maxon join i

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If she's going to win, we need a plan." Her smile was diabolical, and I grinned with her. I'd never met anyone as organized as these girls. If I had them, there was no way I could lose.

I fully believed my current state was not my fault, not even in the slightest. I knew who to point the finger at, and they were all other Schreaves. I blamed Mom and Dad for not being able to get the country under control and forcing me into this situation, and I blamed Ahren for trying to get me to consider these boys in the first place.

When he went back to untangle himself, she planted a kiss on his lips that he promptly
and in as polite a manner as possible
wiped away after his back was turned.

Not only me," I admitted. "Kriss. She's at the top, too." "Do you need me to break her leg? I could make it happen." She chuckled to herself.

Not that I am cheering for him or anything, but if he can't see how amazing you are, he's an idiot.
-Aspen

Love is a risk worth taking.
I'd waited an eternity for this.
I'd have waited all over again if I had to.
I was meant to be kiss this boy, designed to be held by him.
All the careful postures I held melted away, and I pulled him closer.
We were stars.
We were music.
We were time.

I kept waiting for something to happen, which isn't how life works. In closed environments, everything just repeats.

And I knew I was walking into this alone. And that was for the best.

I couldn't call our friendship fate, but it was bigger than anything I'd know before

He was composed, polite, and intelligent. All the things a prince should be.

I'd felt certain I was looking at my future queen, so I figured the least you deserved was a curtsy.

No need to speak with those who may rank higher than you by caste but are beneath you in your contribution.

I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me.

I could not hold my breath for seven minutes. I couldn't even make it to one. I once tried to run a mile in seven minutes after hearing some athletes could do it in four but failed spectacularly when a side stitch crippled me about halfway in.
However, there was one thing I managed to do in seven minutes that most would say is quite impressive: I became queen.
By seven tiny minutes I beat my brother, Ahren, into the world, so the throne that ought to have been his was mine. Had I been born a generation earlier, it wouldn't have mattered. Ahren was the male, so Ahren would have been the heir.
Alas, Mom and Dad couldn't stand to watch their firstborn be stripped of a title by an unfortunate but rather lovely set of breasts. So they changed the law, and the people rejoiced, and I was trained day by day to become the next ruler of Illéa.

Aspen would not have the satisfaction of breaking my heart anymore. He'd put me here, and I would just have to take advantage of it.

I'd hate for you to lose him because you were afraid.

The summer was ending, and soon we'd be faced with cold. And worry.

Well, I'm glad you're so amused," I said, running my fingers across the railing.
Maxon hopped up to sit on the railing, looking very relaxed. "You're always amusing. Get used to it."
Hmm. He was almost being funny.
"So...about what you said...," he started tentatively.
"Which part? The part about me calling you names or fighting with my mom or saying food was my motivation?" I rolled my eyes.
He laughed once. "The part about me being good..."
"Oh. What about it?" Those few sentences suddenly seemed more embarrassing than anything else I'd said. I ducked my head down and twisted a piece of my dress.
"I appreciate you making things look authentic, but you didn't need to go that far."
My head snapped up. How could he think that?
"Maxon, that wasn't for the sake of the show. If you had asked me a month ago what my honest opinion of you was, it would have been very different. But now I know you, and I know the truth, and you are everything I said you were. And more."
He was quiet, but there was a small smile on his face.
"Thank you," he finally said.
"Anytime."
Maxon cleared his throat. "He'll be lucky, too." He got down from his makeshift seat and walked to my side of the balcony.
"Huh?"
"Your boyfriend. When he comes to his senses and begs you to take him back," Maxon said matter-of-factly.
I had to laugh. No such thing would happen in y world.
"he's not my boyfriend anymore. And he made it pret

In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved

Don't tug your ear with someone else. That's mine

And no matter how crazy it seemed, I indulged in every adventure.

I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard.
"I love you, Aspen. You'll always be my prince.

Be grand, be fearless. Make something people can't look away from.

Life was just a collection of small decisions

Say it, America. Please. Tell me you love me, that you want to be mine alone.

I'm happy, Ahren. I'm a princess. I have everything."
"I think you're mistaking comfort for joy.

They should be proud of everything you've endured. If my parents had any idea how low I've sunk ... I don't know what they'd say. If Maxon's parents knew, I'm sure they'd have kicked me out by now. I'm not fit for this." She breathed out, struggling to confess.
I leaned forward, putting my hands on hers. "I think this change of heart would prove otherwise, Celeste.

I was lost in a hundred different worlds.

I'm to old for this

I'm eighteen. I'm genetically encoded to fight with my parents.

So why, here and now, in this frozen, useless time, did someone have to make me feel this way?

Let the world go to hell around you so long as you can get to her

Grandma Singer was a fearsome creature. If we ever did have a war under my rule, my plan was to send her to the front lines. She'd come home holding the enemy by his ear within a week.

I woke early the next morning, well before the others, and smiled at my brothers, my protectors. The sister in me wanted to stay. But the princess in me got up and went to prepare for the new day.

I was so hungry for words from my family. As soon as it was in

Didn't they know who I was, what they'd trained me for? I was Eadlyn Schreave. No one was more powerful than me.
So if they thought I was going down without a fight, they were sadly mistaken.

I looked away. That wasn't something I could promise. I weighed Maxon and Aspen in my heart over and over, and neither of them ever had a true edge. Except, maybe, when I was alone with one of them. Because, at that moment, I was tempted to promise Maxon that I would be there for him in the end.

I'm looking at the others, and I'm being fair. It makes me nervous to feel some of the things I do. But I want you to know, I'm still looking at you, too. I think you know by now I can't help it. He shrugged, seeming so boyish at that moment.

It seemed like the times when we were silent were some of the easiest.

If I could face reporters and dignitaries, I could face a boy.

For the first time maybe ever, it didn't matter if I looked beautiful or not. I felt it.

Mom was bossy. Even in print I could hear her tone, smugly congratulating me on already earning the prince's affections and telling me firmly to keep up whatever I was doing.
Yeah, Mom, I'll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.

Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn't even something I could have. But, still it was mine. I didn't think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me.

Intrigued, Maxon propped himself up on one arm to listen. Tell me everything.

He said to use your position. He said to play by the rules. He said not to be afraid

Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?

I'm so sorry." He reached up his hand and covered mine. "No, I'm sorry," he said. "I was about to ruin both our lives.

I'd spare your tears for the rest of your life if I could.

It doesn't really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it.

She's the kind of girl that songs should be written about, poems should be composed for, and books should be dedicated to.

Do you think," Maxon asked, "that I could still call you 'my dear'?"
"Not a chance," I whispered.
"I'll keep trying. I don't have it in me to give up." And I believed him. It was annoying to think he'd press that issue.
"Did you call all of them that?" I nodded my head toward the rest of the room.
"Yes, and they all seemed to like it."
"That is the exact reason why I don't.

He'd wanted his first kiss to be with me.

I'd been forced to love her from afar.

She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change.

Maybe the key for me to move forward wasn't to eliminate everything I was feeling; maybe all I needed to do was focus on the feeling that made all others seem small.

By birth you have been blessed, and it is time to acknowledge that blessing.

Between Dad's confession that Mom wasn't even supposed to be a choice and Mom's revelation
that she didn't want to be a part of the choosing in the first place, I wondered how they had managed
to find each other at all

It was a fact that many people ignored: Children's books held truths" -Kahlen

I got through breakfast and most of a meeting before thoughts of you consumed me. I told everyone I was sick and am now hiding in my room, writing to you, hoping this will make me feel like your home again.
-Maxon

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?

I was used to watching this on a comfy couch with bowls of popcorn and family commentary.

It hurt me to be away from him. Some days I went crazy wondering what he was doing. And when I couldn't handle it, I practiced music. I really had Aspen to thank for me being the musician that I was. He drove me to distraction.
And that was bad.

You're worth it. I don't think you get that. You're worth it to me.

Perhaps our country is flawed, but we cannot deny its strength. My fear is that, without change, that strength will become stagnate. And I love our country too much to let that happen. I hope too much to let that happen.

I asked Anne to make me a dress that looked innocent, which made her eyebrows pucker.
"You make it sound like we've been sending you out in lingerie," she said mockingly.

There were so many beautiful women here. I got the sense that a few of these girls had been on dates before and, perhaps foolishly, I was intimidated.
And then there was America, her mouth stuffed with a strawberry tart, her eyes rolling like she was in heaven. I stifled laugh, and suddenly I had a plan.

I never got to tell you so many things. Like how I wish I
could command a room like you. It's so impressive. Or how your eyes sparkle when you make a joke.
It's really pretty.

Forgive what? Our stupid little fight? It's already forgotten. Your feelings being a little slower than mine? I'm prepared to wait. I don't think there's anything you could do that I couldn't forgive.

More time meant more opportunities to embarrass myself.

You know when he takes your hand and puts it in the hand of the person you marry? That's the only part I've ever really wanted." Embarrassingly enough, it was true.

It's okay, Kriss. Have some pie," Natalie offered.

Celeste looked like she was ready to break something. I sat there. I kept telling myself that