Leigh Bardugo quotes
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.Loneliness Love Truth
Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.Pain Suffering
What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.Short Universe
Weakness is a guise. Wear it when they need to know you're human, but never when you feel it.Life lessons Humans
You can only sharpen a blade so far... In the end, it comes down to the quality of the metalTruth Personality Mind
You know the problem with heroes and saints? ... They always end up dead.Death Short Problems
Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself.Heart Limitation
Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.Life Fear
Do you have a different name for killing, when you wear a uniform to do it?Short
"Who'd deny a poor cripple his cane?” “If the cripple is you, then any man with sense."
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"I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story."Love
I want to kiss you... But I won't. Not until you're thinking of me instead of trying to forget him.Romantic
I've been waiting for you a long time, Alina... You and I are going to change the world.Love
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.Life Love
In this moment he was just a boy -brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
Everything is a negotiation with you, Brekker. You probably bartered your way out of the womb.Humor
"Do you answer a question directly?" "Hard to say. Ah, there, I've done it again"Humor
"Thanks for the rescue." "Everyone needs a hobby." "I thought yours was preening." "Two hobbies."
"I don't like this." "To be fair, Matthias, you don't like much."Humor Sarcasm
They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.
They were twin souls, soldiers destined to fight for different sides, to find each other and lose each other too quickly. She would not keep him here. Not like this.
Sturmhond had a way of talking that made me want to shoot someone. Preferably him.
"Why do you guys say that, anyway? No mourners, no funerals? Why not just say good luck or be safe?” “We like to keep our expectations low.
A moment later the boy whispered, "I don't think you're ugly." "Shhhh!" the girl hissed. But hidden by the deep shadows of the cupboard, she smiled
I'm the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does.
"Our hopes rest with you, Mister Brekker. If you fail, all the world will suffer for it." "Oh, it's worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don't get paid."
"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake. "Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve."
He'd told her they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.
"You're shaking," he said. "I'm not used to people trying to kill me." "Really? I hardly notice anymore."
It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.
Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. 
Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste. 
Weakness is a guise. Wear it when they need to know you're human, but never when you feel it. 
You can only sharpen a blade so far... In the end, it comes down to the quality of the metal 
Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world. You are limiting yourself. 
Do you have a different name for killing, when you wear a uniform to do it? 
"Who'd deny a poor cripple his cane?” “If the cripple is you, then any man with sense." 
"I have loved you all my life, Mal,” I whispered through my tears. “There is no end to our story."
I want to kiss you... But I won't. Not until you're thinking of me instead of trying to forget him.
I've been waiting for you a long time, Alina... You and I are going to change the world.
In this moment he was just a boy -brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.
Everything is a negotiation with you, Brekker. You probably bartered your way out of the womb.
"Do you answer a question directly?" "Hard to say. Ah, there, I've done it again"
"Thanks for the rescue." "Everyone needs a hobby." "I thought yours was preening." "Two hobbies."
They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.
They were twin souls, soldiers destined to fight for different sides, to find each other and lose each other too quickly. She would not keep him here. Not like this.
Sturmhond had a way of talking that made me want to shoot someone. Preferably him.
"Why do you guys say that, anyway? No mourners, no funerals? Why not just say good luck or be safe?” “We like to keep our expectations low.
A moment later the boy whispered, "I don't think you're ugly." "Shhhh!" the girl hissed. But hidden by the deep shadows of the cupboard, she smiled
I'm the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does.
"Our hopes rest with you, Mister Brekker. If you fail, all the world will suffer for it." "Oh, it's worse than that, Van Eck. If I fail, I don't get paid."
"Wylan," Jesper said, giving him a little shake. "Maybe your tutors didn't cover this lesson, but you do not argue with a man covered in blood and a knife up his sleeve."
He'd told her they would fight their way out. Knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.
"You're shaking," he said. "I'm not used to people trying to kill me." "Really? I hardly notice anymore."
It was because she was listening so closely that she knew the exact moment when Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the bastard of the Barrel and deadliest boy in Ketterdam, fainted.