79 Quotes About The-darkling

I'll tell you a story- one that I used to tell a little boy with dark hair, a silent boy who rarely laughed, who listened more closely than I realized. A boy who had a name and not a title.

I felt that pull, the longing of a frightened girl. Even now, after everything he'd done, I wanted to believe the Darkling, to find some way to forgive him. I wanted Nikolai to be alive. I wanted to trust the other Grisha. I wanted to believe anything so that I wouldn't have to face the future alone. The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.

I've seen what you truly are," said the Darkling, "and I've never turned away. I never will. Can he say the same?

You’re shaking,” he said.“I’m not used to people trying to kill me.”“Really? I hardly notice anymore.

What are you smiling at?” I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling’s voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair. “Well?” he asked, looking up at me. “Myself,” I admitted. “Are you that funny?” “I’m hilarious.

Like calls to like.

I’m not what you think I am,” I whispered desperately.The Darkling stepped closer to me and said, his voice so low that only I could hear, “I doubt you have any idea what you are.

A decoy,” said the Darkling, coming up beside me. “We’ll take the southern trails. It’s what we should have done in the first place.”“So you do make mistakes,” I said without thinking.He paused in the act of pulling on his gloves, and I pressed my lips together nervously. “I didn’t mean—”“Of course I make mistakes,” he said. His mouth curved into a half smile. “Just not often.

Mercy." He said the word as if he were tasting something unfamiliar. "I could be merciful.