1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

Sorry,” I mumbled.“Maybe you’re hungry,” said Zoya. “I always get mean when I’m hungry.”“Are you hungry all the time?” asked Harshaw.“You haven’t seen me mean. When you do, you’ll require a very big hanky.”He snorted. “To dry my tears?”“To stanch the bleeding.

She'd never broken a bone, had surgery. But the worst damage didn't leave a mark. When Hellie died, it was as if someone had cut into Alex's chest, cracked her open like balsa wood. What if it really had been like that and she'd had to walk down the street bleeding, trying to hold her ribs together, her heart and her lungs and every part of her open to the world? Instead, the thing that had broken her had left no mark, no scar for her to point to and say, This is where I ended.

Mayu watched the princess. “Are you close to your sisters?”“The way that kebben are? No. I love them, but we’ve never fought.”“Never?”“Not really. Oh, we squabbled. I think all sisters do. But we’ve never had a proper fight. Because we never trusted the love we had to carry us through. We have always been very polite with one another. What are you smiling at?

It's other people who teach them their limits.

And maybe he wanted her to be the kind of girl who dressed as Queen Mab, who loved words and had stars in her blood.

(...)And what did I want? (...)A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. (...) There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy's arms around me and WATCH THE WIND MOVE THE CLOUDS. (...)

I looked up through the broken beams of the barn’s roofs to the night sky. It was full of stars, but I could only see the endless reaches of darkness between them.

I tilted my head back, breathing deeply. It was a clear, moonless night, and after those long months underground, the sight of all that sky was dizzying. And so many stars—a glittering, tangled mass that seemed close enough to touch. I let their light fall over me like a balm, grateful for the air in my lungs, the night all around me.

You seem some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled - not with all the good food or sunshine in the world.