Celaena Sardothien Quotes

“He had come here with the intention of embarrassing a snide assassin, and had instead found a young woman pouring her secrets into a pianoforte.”

“She used to play - oh, she’d loved to play, loved music, the way music could break and heal and make everything seem possible and heroic.”

“Libraries were full of ideas - perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”

“‘What’s the point in having a mind if you don’t use it to make judgments?’ ‘What’s the point in having a heart if you don’t use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?’”

“The only thing all the intended disorientation had accomplished was to familiarize her with the building. Idiots.”

“Still, the image haunted his dreams throughout the night: a lovely girl gazing at the stars, and the stars who gazed back.”

“He saw her face each time he closed his eyes. She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name, made him want to be a man who deserved to wear a crown.”

“Freedom or death lay at this table. Her past and future were seated on a glass throne.”

“‘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.’”

“‘You could rattle the stars,’ she whispered. ‘You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.’”

“‘No matter what happens,’ she said quietly, ‘I want to thank you.’ Chaol tilted his head to the side. ‘For what?’ Her eyes stung, but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. ‘For making my freedom mean something.’”

“His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them. She pictured his fingers, pushing against that line of chalk, reaching for her despite the barrier between them.”

“With each day, he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.”

“‘I like music,’ she said slowly, ‘because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play, I’m not . . . for once, I’m not destroying. I’m creating.’”

“‘We all bear scars, Dorian. Mine just happen to be more visible than most.’”

“‘No. I can survive well enough on my own - if given proper reading material.’”

“‘Celaena,’ Chaol said gently. And then she heard the scraping noise as his hand came into view, sliding across the flagstones. His fingertips stopped just at the edge of the white line. ‘Celaena,’ he breathed, his voice laced with pain—and hope. This was all she had left—his outstretched hand, and the promise of hope, of something better waiting on the other side of the line.”

“‘You bear many names, and so I shall name you as well.’ Her hand rose to Celaena’s forehead and she drew an invisible mark. ‘I name you Elentiya.’ She kissed the assassin’s brow. “I give you this name to use with honor, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, ‘Spirit That Could Not Be Broken.””

“One plan, however insane and unlikely, to free the enslaved kingdom: find and obliterate the Wyrdkeys the King of Adarlan had used to build his terrible empire. She’d gladly destroy herself to carry it out.”

“There was nothing left in her, not really. Only ash and an abyss and the unbreakable vow she’d carved into her flesh, to the friend who had seen her for what she truly was.”

“I see her slipping away, bit by bit, because you shove her down when she so desperately needs someone to help her back up.”

″‘Because she is dead!’ She screamed the last word so loudly it burned in her throat. ‘Because she is dead, and I am left with my worthless life!‘”

“All she knew was that whatever and whoever climbed out of that abyss of despair and grief would not be the same person who had plummeted in.”

“She had made a vow—a vow to free Eyllwe. So in between moments of despair and rage and grief, in between thoughts of Chaol and the Wyrdkeys and all she’d left behind and lost, Celaena had decided on one plan to follow when she reached these shores.”