98 Quotes About Sarah-j-maas

Who do you wish to be?

She didn’t know what to do with it, that rage. It still burned and hunted her, still made her want to rip and roar and rend the world into pieces. She felt it all—too keenly, too sharply. Hated and cared and loved and dreaded, more than other people, she sometimes thought.

Arobynn told me that second place was just a nice title for the first loser

Manon rose in the saddle, sliding a leg under her, body tensing to make the jump ahead. And she said to Abraxos, touching his spin, "I love you." It was the only thing that mattered in the end. The only thing that mattered now.

I promised Fury not to do anything stupid,” Bryce said, her eyes on Syrinx’s branded-out tattoo. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do anything smart.

The queen hadn't even bothered to say good-bye. She'd just dashed for the injured Fae warrior, his name like a prayer on her lips. Rowan.

Sandriel just gaped at the feed that had shown Bryce Quinlan casually vacuuming up the ashes of a Governor as if she'd spilled chips on the carpet.

Dorian nodded his thanks. "The first time you met Aelin, did you know...?"A snort. "No. Gods, no. We wanted to kill each other." The amusement flickered. "She was... in a very dark place. We both were. But we led each other out of it. Found a way-- together."For a heartbeat, Dorian could only stare. As if reading his mind, Rowan said, "You'll find your way, too, Dorian. You'll find your way out.

I am Bryce Quinlan,' she said to the Gate, to the void, to all of Hel behind it. Her voice was serene—wise and laughing. 'Heir to the Starborn Fae.'The ground slid out from under Hunt as the light between her hands, the Star she'd drawn from her shattered heart, flared bright as the sun.