Sarah J Mass Quotes

When do you come home to me? ~ Sarah J. Maas

I'm not ill like that," she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
"Then it what way?"
"I,uh ... " Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. "My monthly cycles finally came back!"
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. "I-if ... Then I'll take my leave," he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond. ~ Sarah J. Maas

When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Stirred him so bone deep it was like he'd found a part of him he hadn't even realized was missing. ~ Sarah J. Maas

What is it like? Manon asked quietly. 'To love.' 'It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn't escape it, and knew it would forever change me.'-Asterin/Manon ~ Sarah J. Maas

She would find that love again - one day. And it would be deep and unrelenting and unexpected, the beginning and the end and eternity, the kind that could change history, change the world. ~ Sarah J. Maas

So don't expect me to care when you find yourself nothing more than a puppet. If you aren't one already." He ~ Sarah J. Maas

You and I... We will always stand apart. We will always have..." She searched for the word. "Responsibilities. We will always have burdens that no one else can ever understand. That they"-she inclined her head toward Chaol and Celaena-"will never understand. And if they did, then they would not want them. ~ Sarah J. Maas

That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire-but that i would be quiet and enduring and faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only fear it ... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. ~ Sarah J. Maas

There are choices in my past that I have come to regret. But I can only move on--and attempt to fix them. Fight to make sure they do not occur again. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Celaena put a hand against her chest. How absurd - how utterly absurd and useless - that her heart still beat and Nehemia's didn't ~ Sarah J. Maas

You sent that music into my cell. Why?" Rhysand's voice was hoarse. "Because you were breaking. And I couldn't find another way to save you." The ~ Sarah J. Maas

So when their campfire was nothing but embers and the horses were dozing behind them, Ansel and Celaena lay on their backs on the side of a dune and stared up at the stars.
Her hands tucked behind her head, Celaena took a long, deep breath, savoring the balmy night breeze, the exhaustion ebbing from her limbs. She rarely got to see stars so bright - not with the lights of Rifthold. The wind moved across the dunes, and the sand sighed. "That's the stag," Celaena breathed. "The Lord of the North." ... the smile faded when she stared at the familiar constellation. "Because the stag remains constant - no matter the season, he's always there. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The reader tries to uncover the skeleton that the book conceals. The author starts with the skeleton and tries to cover it up. His aim is to conceal the skeleton artistically or, in other words, to put flesh on the bare bones. If he is a good writer, he does not bury a puny skeleton under a mass of fat; on the other hand, neither should the flesh be too thin, so that the bones show through. If the flesh is thick enough, and if the flabbiness is avoided, the joints will be detectable and the motion of the parts will reveal the articulation. ~ Mortimer J. Adler

Lord Nirall's eyes flew open just as the King's Champion raised her sword over his head. ~ Sarah J. Maas

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. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Hisli's tail flicked to the side as the arrow buried itself in the sand just inches behind her rear hooves. But Ansel didn't dare look over he shoulder. She kept riding, and she did not stop. Celeana lowered her bow and watched until Ansel disappeared beyond the horizon. One arrow, that had been her promise. But she's also promised Ansel that she's had twenty minutes to get out of range.
Celeana had fired after twenty-one. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Using the chair is not a punishment. It is not a prison,' he said softly. 'It never was. And I am as much of a man in that chair, or with that cane, as I am standing on my feet.' He brushed away the tear that slipped down her cheek.
'I wanted to heal you,' she breathed.
'You did,' he said, smiling. 'Yrene, in every way that truly matters . . . You did.'
Chaol wiped away the other tears that fell, brushing a kiss to her hot cheek. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Kaltain flowed into the room, spreading her arms wide, and became shadowfire, became freedom and triumph, became a promise hissed in a dungeon beneath a glass castle:
Punish them all. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Tam would gut me if he caught you drinking that."
"Always looking after your best interests," I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass.
It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud, and Lucien groaned.
"Human fool," he hissed. But his glamour had been ripped away. His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge. That was what I would capture next.
"I'm going to paint you," I said, and giggled - actually giggled - as the words popped out.
"Cauldron boil and fry me," he muttered, and I laughed again. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She was tired in her bones, but she rallied her energy one last time and told him of they years in Rifthold, of stealing Asterion horses and racing across the desert, of dancing until dawn with the courtesans and thieves and all the beautiful, wicked creatures in the world. And then she told him about losing Sam, and of that first whipping in Endovier, when she'd spat blood in the Chief Overseer's face, and what she had seen and endured in the following year. She spoke of the day she had snapped and sprinted for her own death. Her heart grew heavy when at last she got to the evening when the Captain of the Royal Guard prowled into her life, and a tyrant's son had offered her a shot at freedom. She told him what she could about the competition and how she'd won it, until her words slurred and her eyelids drooped. ~ Sarah J. Maas

They were refugees: unwanted and without any rights. Without any voice. ~ Sarah J. Maas

And I'd become High Fae. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Women's bodies have their own wisdom, and a system of birth refined over 100,000 generations is not so easily overpowered. ~ Sarah J. Buckley

You and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins. ~ Sarah J. Maas

She sucked in a shuddering breath, and he pulled back far enough for them to share breath. Her fingers shook as she brushed them against his mouth, and his control nearly shredded apart right there.
'What are you waiting for?' he said, the words near guttural.
'Bastard,' she murmured, and kissed him.
Her mouth was soft and warm, and he bit back a groan. His body went still - his entire world went still - at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he'd asked for centuries. He realized he was staring only when she withdrew slightly. His fingers tightened at her waist.
'Again,' he breathed.
She slid out of his grip. 'If we live through tomorrow, you'll get the rest.'
He didn't know whether to laugh or roar. 'Are you trying to bribe me into surviving?'
She smiled at last. And damn if it didn't kill him, the quiet joy in her face.
They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile … It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Hatred felt like a strong word, as she couldn't quite hate someone who had saved her life, but dislike fit pretty damn well. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You're going to keep a low profile throughout the entire competition ... You're going to stay solidly in the middle, where no one will look your way, because you're not a threat, because they'll think that you'll be eliminated sooner or later, and they should focus their attention on getting rid of bigger, stronger, faster champions like Cain.
'But you're going to outlast them,' Chaol continued. 'And when they wake up the morning of the final duel and find that you are their opponent, and that you have beaten them, the look on their faces will make all of the insults and lack of attention worthwhile. ~ Sarah J. Maas

It didn't excuse what he'd done. Even if he'd ... saved me-I choked on the word-from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Faster than lightening, his hand shot out and she gagged, jolting as he grabbed her tongue between his fingers...He released her tongue, and she gasped for breath. She swore at him, a filthy, foul name, and spat at his feet. And that's when he bit her. She cried out as those canines pierced the spot between her neck and shoulder, a primal act of aggression--the bite so strong and claiming that she was too stunned to move. He had her pinned against the tree and clamped down harder, his canines digging deep, her blood spilling onto her shirt. Pinned, like some weakling. But that was what she'd become, wasn't it? Useless, pathetic.

She growled, more animal than sentient being. And shoved.

Rowan staggered back a step, teeth ripping her skin and she struck his chest. She didn't feel the pain, didn't care about the blood or flash of light. No, she wanted to rip his throat out--rip it out with the elongated canines she bared at him as she finished shifting and roared.
Rowan grinned. "There you are. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Rhysand laughed - a lover's laugh, low and soft and intimate. "Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?" My ~ Sarah J. Maas

But he had no idea what sort of darkness lurked inside her, or what sort of monster she was willing to become in order to make things right. ~ Sarah J. Maas

It'd just been a relief to think that for a moment he might have been as lonely as me. ~ Sarah J. Maas

The Anti-Federalists feared that the Americans would follow the example of the Europeans as described by Mercy Warren: "Bent on gratification, at the expense of every moral tie, they have broken down the barriers of religion, and the spirit of infidelity is nourished at the fount; thence the poisonous streams run through every grade that constitutes the mass of nations." Warren insisted that skepticism is not, as some hold, necessarily fostered by republican
liberty. Indeed, the history of republics is the history of strict regard to religion. ~ Herbert J. Storing

Of all the kings and emperors who had come courting her with promises of wealth beyond imagining, it was the knight's gift, of seeing her for who she was - not what she was - that won her heart. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Three stones for the faces of the mother, four bones ... for whatever reason the charlatans came up with that I can't be bothered to remember. ~ Sarah J. Maas

There were many, many debts to be paid before she left Rifthold and took back her throne. Starting now. Fortunate that she was in a killing sort of mood. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Wide-eyed, the three Fae warriors blinked.
"That's where Aelin is," was all Fenrys said. ~ Sarah J. Maas

You will make mistakes. You will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won't be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don't need to tell you that you can do this-you know you can. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Shortcoming - another one of my shortcomings. I rubbed my brows with my thumb and forefinger. I'd been equally foolish for feeling a shred of pity for him - for the lone, brooding faerie, for someone I had so stupidly thought would really care if he met someone who perhaps felt the same, perhaps understood - in my ignorant, insignificant human way - what it was like to bear the weight of caring for others. I should have let his hand bleed that night, should have known better than to think that maybe - maybe there would be someone, human or faerie or whatever, who could understand what my life - what I - had become these past few years. ~ Sarah J. Maas

And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.
Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled. The smile the world would likely never see, the smile he'd given up for the sake of his people, his lands. He said softly, I am ... very glad I met you, Feyre. ~ Sarah J. Maas

Eyllwe," Chaol breathed. "Send word to Eyllwe. Tell them to hold on - tell them to prepare." Perhaps it was the light, perhaps it was the cold, but Aedion could have sworn there were tears in the captain's eyes as he said, "Tell them it's time to fight back. ~ Sarah J. Maas

I've always been a huge fantasy fan. I was always interested in fairy tales and anything with magic or dragons ... I was always drawn to those types of stories. ~ Sarah J. Maas

I didn't want to tumble into that deep dark - how much I wanted to stay here among the clouds and color and light. ~ Sarah J. Maas