Malinda Lo Quotes

( ... ) she knew this: She was falling for this girl, this beautiful, beautiful girl, and she wanted to fall. She wanted to leap right now, arms spread wide, gravity pulling her down, the wind tearing at her hair. She didn't care if she crashed, as long as Amber crashed with her.

But at some point in her passage, the trees began to change. They stretched taller, and the soft, pale bark darkened, roughened. She put her hand to a tree and touched the lichen growing dark green upon brown, and it felt like old cork, dry and crumbling. Here the sun mellowed, took on the cast of late afternoon, and the shadows seemed to fall a bit longer; the forest had sunk into a deeper silence, magnifying what sounds did arise. The sudden, quick crash of a fox bounding through the brush was as loud as the slam of a great wooden door.

It may not be your dream, Stepsister, but do not scoff at those who do dream of it.

Fear will teach you where to be careful.

She was no longer in her body; she felt free. She was as small as drop of dew quivering on a spider's web; she was a minute in an hour in a day in a million years.

Clara wore a dress of brown and cream velvet, and her feathered mask, in comparison, made her look like a sparrow

The riders, too, were like nothing she had ever seen before: ethereal men and women with pale visages, their cheekbones so sharply sculpted that she could see their skulls through translucent skin. They surrounded her and looked at her with steely blue eyes, each gaze an arrow staking her to that spot, and she could not close her eyes though the sight of them made her eyes burn as if she were looking at the sun.

From life to life, from breath to breath, we remember Elinor.

Every time you come near me," he said, "you come closer to the end of everything."
"It does not feel that way," she said. "It feels like I am coming closer to the beginning.

To charge someone with love is a great responsibility; there will be an equal yet unexpected reaction.

Those who love are clouds floating side by side:
Dewdrops bending blades of grass at sunrise.
Yet love is the rhythm of nature;
Love is oneness with beauty;
Love is the joyful revelation of the way.

It is the way of life. It ends.

You shall not discover the truth being being blinded to faith.

She put a hand on the huntress's shoulder and asked, "Is everything as it should be?"
There were tears in Kaisa's eyes, and they ran down her cheeks as she answered, "Yes." Ash looked back at the carcass of the stag, and saw that the dogs were being held off now, and one of the men was approaching with his kit of knives to begin the butchering.
"Why do you do this if it affects you so?" asked Ash.
Kaisa looked down at the ground and said, "It is the way of life. It ends.

How could you leave me?' she cried out loud, scrambling up onto her feet. Her voice sounded ugly and guttural to her ears, and she did not feel like herself. She wanted to kick the gravestone; she wanted to tear out the earth beneath which her mother lay and pull the body out of the ground and shake it until it gave her an answer. She fell to the ground again and dug her fingers into the winter-hard earth, scrabbling at the soil until her fingers began to bleed. The ground would not come up. It was frozen. Her mother was dead.

Love is not what you fear, is it? You fear the loss of it.

For in the depths of grief, sometimes one cannot tell the difference between illusion and reality.

The world is inviolable: it has no beginning and no end. Those who seek to change it will be changed.

All you can do is make your decisions based on what you know now.

I would make a poor princess,' she said.
'Why?'
'Have you ever wished to be a princess?' Ash challenged her.
'That depends,' Kaisa said.
'On what?'
'On whether I'd have to marry a prince,' she said and her tone was lighthearted, inviting Ash to share her smile.

Making a decision isn't about knowing every potential consequence. It's about knowing what you want and chasing a path that takes you in that direction

Some seek to act upon the world,
But success will not follow.
The world is inviolable:
It has no beginning and no end.
Those who seek to change it will be changed;
Those who grasp onto stones will find water.

Ash knew that this was what the fairies were always hunting for: a circle of joy, hot and brilliant, the scent of love in the deepest winter. But all they could do was create a pale, crystalline imitation, perfect and cold. How it must disappoint them: that they would never be human.

She would rather be alone in her room than alone in the midst of a celebration she was not a part of.