540 Quotes by Kiersten White

Streams of melting snow.

In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.

Hope was an arrow that never ceased piercing his heart.

Why must I always be a man’s servant?” Lada demanded. “If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.

Yeah I know you’re a creature of the night. Bringer of death, sucker of blood, needer of tans, so on and so forth. And oddly enough, I’m still unimpressed.

You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation.

Hatred makes monsters of all of us.

Do not make me knock your turban off.

A well-wielded pen is a woman’s best weapon.