337 Quotes by Kristin Cashore

I’m not good at love. I’m like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

I’ll give myself to you however you’l take me,” he said, so simply that Katsa found she wasn’t embarrassed. She watched his face.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

People other than she might love those umbrellas someday, probably not for Jane’s reasons, but for their own reasons – reasons Jane won’t know or understand. Jane is beginning to appreciate this wonderful, surreal fact about the creative process.

Do you ever feel,” she says to Jane, “like you’re trapped in the wrong version of your life?

Something caught in her throat at this second thanks, when she’d threatened him so brutally. When you’re a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.

And,” he continued, his strange smile gleaming, “as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

There is nothing wrong with impractical loves.