1,638 Quotes by Sarah J. Maas

Little Lucien,” Rhys purred. “Didn’t the Lady of the Autumn Court ever tell you that when a woman says no, she means it?

That’s the point of it, Bryce. Of life. To live, to love, knowing that it might all vanish tomorrow. It makes everything that much more precious.

My name is Wind,” she whispered. “And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.

Celaena eyed the pianoforte. She used to play – oh, she’d loved to play, loved music, the way music could break and heal and make everything seem possible and heroic.

The prince’s eyes shone with amusement at her brashness but lingered a bit too long on her body.

I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.

What is your name?” “Celaena Sardothien,” she ground out. The skull barked a laugh. “Oh, that is too funny! The funniest thing I’ve heard in centuries!” “Be quiet.” “My name is Mort, if you must know.

Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian. And covered Cassian’s body with her own. Cassian went still – then his hand slid over her back. Together. They’d go together.

Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.