1,728 Quotes by Leigh Bardugo

Progress is a river. It cannot be called back once it leaps its banks.

Cautiously, she let her knuckles brush against his, a slight weight, a bird’s feather. He stiffened, but he didn’t pull away.“I’m not ready to give up on this city, Kaz. I think it’s worth saving.” I think you’re worth saving.

I felt it then, the vibration along that invisible tether. I pushed away from it. I would not go to the Darkling now. I wouldn't go to him ever again. But still, I knew wherever he was, he was grieving.

Sometimes the trick to getting the best of a situation was just to wait. If you didn’t like the weather, you didn’t rush into the storm—you waited until it changed. You found a way to keep from getting wet.

I understand you’re the reason we made it out of the harbor alive.”“I suspect there were a lot of reasons,” said Inej.“I’m a reason,” Jesper offered helpfully.“All the same,” said Matthias, ignoring him. “Thank you.”They moved on, and Jesper saw a pleased grin playing over Inej’s lips.“Surprised?” he asked.“A bit,” she admitted. “I spend so much time with Kaz. I guess—”“It’s a novelty to feel appreciated.

I don’t expect you to fight beside me, Rollins.”“Then what do you want? It’s yours. Within reason.”“I need to get a message to the Ravkan capital. Fast.”Rollins shrugged. “Easy enough.”“And I need money.”“Shocking. How much?”“Two hundred thousand kruge.”Rollins nearly choked on his laughter. “Anything else, Brekker? The Lantsov Emerald? A dragon who craps rainbows?

What's your favorite color?” asked Sylvi.“I don't have one.” “How can you not have one?”Deep blue like the True Sea. Red like the roofs of the Shu temples. The pure, buttery color of sunlight—not really yellow or gold, what would you call it? All the colors you couldn't see in the dark.“I never really thought about it.”“Mine’s rainbow,” said Sylvi.“That’s not a color.”“Is too.

You take things too personally, Brekker. You should be focused on the job, but you’re too busy holding a grudge.”“That’s where you’re wrong,” said Kaz. “I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins.

and the look they exchanged could have melted miles of northern ice.