283 Quotes by Marie Rutkoski

The beauty of the flute was in its simplicity, in its resemblance to the human voice. It always sounded clear. It sounded alone. The piano, on the other hand, was a network of parts—a ship, with its strings like rigging, its case a hull, its lifted lid a sail. Kestrel always thought that the piano didn't sound like a single instrument but a twinned one, with its low and high halves merging together or pulling apart.

Will you come with me?""Ah, Kestrel, that's something you never need to ask.

She focused on that nothingness, imagined it as ink spilling over everything she could possibly think or feel.

She said, I'm going to miss you when you when I wake up.Don't wake up, he answered.But he did.Kestrel, beside him on the grass, said. "Did I wake you? I didn't mean to.

There is a difference between you and me. If I die, you'll survive. If you die, it will destroy me.

A dagger wants flesh, her father would say. Find it.

She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her. It had unfurled. If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash. The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know

The reason you enjoy my company is because I look like how you feel.

Stories will get you killed.