370 Quotes by Sabaa Tahir

Laia. The Scholar girl. Another ember waiting to burn the world down,′ she says. ‘Will you hurt her too?

I should just build a bleeding house here,” I mutter as I pick myself up off the snow-covered ground. “Maybe get a few chickens. Plant a garden.

Of my own mother and her quiet love, which bathed me like the rays of the sun for as long as she lived.

I’m not – ” I consider. “Never mind. I am jealous. Tell me he’s old, at least? Or grouchy? Or maybe a bit stupid?” “He’s young. And handsome. And smart.” I snort. “He’s probably rubbish in be – ” Laia smacks me on the arm. “Battle,” I say quickly. “I was going to say battle.

The task seemed like a gift. For after a few minutes of watching them, I was half in love already.

Or perhaps she’s simply beautiful, and looking at her feels like sunlight flowing into a room lost to the darkness for too long.

He melts into the crowd, and I hurry back toward Blackcliff. If Izzi knows of an entrance, I still have time to see it for myself and head back here to pass along the information. The Resistance can get Darin out, and I’ll be done with all of this. No more scars or whippings. No more terror and fear. And maybe, a quiet part of me whispers, I’ll get more than just a few moments with Keenan. I.

Three thousand bodies swing forward, three thousand pairs of boots snap together, three thousand backs jerk as if yanked straight by a puppeteer’s hand. In the ensuing silence, you could hear a tear drop.

The space he leaves is vast, that gnawing loneliness of showing your heart to someone only to find they never wanted to see it.