Sarah J. Maas quotes
Many atrocities have been done in the name of the greater good. 
What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. 
If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger. 
Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us- to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them. 
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he'd done for me. For what I felt for him. 
Libraries were full of ideas- perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons. Sarah J. Maas Short quotes ⇑
Short Quotes
Let's make this a fight worthy of a song. 
My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant. 
No one was my master- but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared. 
And then I am going to rattle the stars. Sarah J. Maas Love quotes ⇑
Love Quotes
It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears. 
I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens. 
"Say it,” I gritted out. “The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate." All Sarah J. Maas quotes ⇑
They joined hands. So the world ended. And the next one began.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast-unbreakable, his queen.
You belong to all of us, and we belong to you.
You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.
She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.
A court that wouldn't just change the world. It would start the world over.
I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.
I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.
Gods! he was brilliant. Cunning and wicked and brilliant. Even when he beat the hell out of her. Every. Damn. Day.
I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.
"As my friend, you should either bring me along, or keep me company." "Friend?" he asked. She blushed. "Well, 'scowling escort' is a better description. Or 'reluctant acquaintance', if you prefer."
If you're a monster, I'm a monster.
There you are. I've been looking for you. His first words to me- not a lie at all, not a threat to keep those faeries away. Thank you for finding her for me.
Tell me that we'll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we'll survive the war. Tell me... Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we'll burn in hell together.
I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.
Because she wasn't human, Chaol realized, gaping at her from where he still crouched over Fleetfoot. No - she wasn't human at all. Celaena was Fae.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph.
I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.
Whatever you had to do to survive, whatever you did from spite or rage or selfishness... I don't give a damn. You're here, and you're perfect. You always were, and you always will be.
And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.
"You're a girl?” “Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older."
"Don't you- you don't want your own space?” “No,” he said baldly. “Unless you do. I need you protecting me from our enemies with your water-wolves."
If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate.
Come on, Feyre. We don't bite. Unless you ask us to.
Let's go rattle the stars.
Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly.
Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.
Where is Aelin. Where is my wife?