283 Quotes by Marie Rutkoski

But how could he? Why couldn’t he love me most? Or enough. Why couldn’t he love me enough to choose me over his rules?

A glass of wine in one’s hand is rather like a jewel, isn’t it, a large, liquid one?

It was the kind of knowledge that, once it enters you, seems like it’s lived there forever.

Logic is a game, came the memory of his father’s voice. Let’s see how you play.

It’s best to recognize the things one cannot change.

He’d believed it. She couldn’t believe that he believed it. Sometimes, she hated him for that.

Please understand. When I look at you as if you’re crazy, it’s not that I judge you for your insanity.

He had sleepless eyes, his mouth a little swollen, the deeply tanned skin somehow burnished. Kestrel thought that she, too, must look like this: polished by desire, the way a river stone holds a luster from having been made so smooth.

Gorgeous?” Ronan tried again. “Transcendent? Kestrel, the right adjective hasn’t been invented to describe you.