160 Quotes About Feyre

Well, I'm late for something incredibly important," Lucien said, and before I could call him on his outright lie or beg him to stay, the fox-masked faerie vanished.

Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck?""Let. Her. Go." Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me.

I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.

Deberías sentir lástima por los que no sienten nada.

I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength..." As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. "A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships...And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust--and reach out.

I let go of the part of me that heard their words--whore, whore, whore-- Let go of the part that said those words alongside them--traitor, liar, whore--And I just became.

Anger, this … flirtation, annoyance … He knew those were my crutches.

One suicidal, reckless way.I did not want to die.I did not want to be eaten.I did not want to go into that sweet darkness.The Weaver rose from her little stool.And I knew my borrowed time had run out.

Through the rising steam from the tub, I said, “I think you and I would shred each other to bits.”“Oh, we most definitely will.” He leaned against the bathing room threshold. “But it wouldn’t be fun otherwise. Consider our training now officially part of your work requirements with me.” A jerk of the chin. “Go ahead—try to get past my shields.