Sarah J. Maas Quotes

“Don’t let the hard days win.”

“Love can be a poison.”

“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.”

“‘Names are not important. It’s what lies inside of you that matters.’”

“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.’”

“‘Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us - to haunt our thoughts long after we’ve faced them.’”

“‘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.””

“They would remain until the bark ran out, then travel north past the wolves’ territory, and perhaps into the faerie lands of Prythian - where no mortals would dare go, not unless they had a death wish.”

“‘I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain,’ Rhys said with equal quiet. ‘From dying. From wanting to die.‘”

“There are a great many things that I wish to do, and don’t get to.”

“We need hope as much as we need bread and...”

“Once I’d dreamed and breathed and thought in colour and light and shape.”

“And for three months… for three months I tried to convince myself that you were better off without me. I tried to convince myself that everything I’d done had made you hate me.”

“Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”

“I was a loosened, a top whirling around and around, and I didn’t know who I danced with or what they looked like, only that I had become the music and the fire and the night, and there was nothing that could slow me down.”

″‘I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.‘”

“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”

“Your human joy fascinates me-the way you experience things, in your life span, so wildly and deeply and all at once, is... entrancing. I’m drawn to it, even when I know I shouldn’t be, even when I try not to be.”

“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”

“But I gave myself again to that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.”

“Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.”

“Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.”

“‘Make it go away,’ I said, and he laughed. ‘You humans are truly grateful creatures, aren’t you?‘”

“Do you lie awake at night to come up with all you witty replies for the following day?”

“Magic-everything was magic, and it broke my heart.”

“Hello, Feyre darling.”

“I came to claim the one I love.”

“Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.”

“The fear of loss …it can destroy you as much as the loss itself.”

“Where is Aelin. Where is my wife?”

“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 claim you, Aelin. To whatever end.”

“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.”

“A court that wouldn’t just change the world. It would start the world over.”

“Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair-she had survived.”

“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don’t care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”

“She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and she would not be afraid.”

“Their hands clasped between them, he whispered into her ear, ‘I claim you, too, Aelin Galathynius.‘”

“There is a queen in the north, and she has already beaten you once. She will beat you again. And again. Because what she represents, and what your son represents, is what you fear most: hope. You cannot steal it, no matter how many you rip from their homes and enslave. And you cannot break it, no matter how many you murder.”

″‘The world,’ Aelin said, ‘will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.‘”

″‘Symbols have power, Prince,’ Aedion said, pinning him with a stare. Celaena’s stare—unyielding and alive with challenge. ‘You’d be surprised by the power this still wields in the North—what it does to convince people not to pursue foolhardy plans.‘”

“She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.”

“He was hers and she was his and they had found each other across centuries of bloodshed and loss, across oceans and kingdoms and war.”

“Lorcan reached out, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Hopeless, bleak eyes met his. He brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. ‘I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide. I will always find you,’ he swore to her. Her throat bobbed. Lorcan whispered, ‘I promise.‘”

“One day. I am going to marry you. I’ll be generous and let you pick when, even if it’s ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife.”

“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.”

“Aelin Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, knew the time would soon come to prove just how much she’d bleed for Erilea.”

“But her temper isn’t the only thing Cassian ignites. The fire between them is undeniable, and only burns hotter as they are forced into close quarters with each other.”

“Against the sweeping backdrop of a world seared by war and plagued with uncertainty, Nesta and Cassian battle monsters from within.”

“Nesta Archeron has always been prickly-proud, swift to anger, and slow to forgive.”

“And ever since being forced into the Cauldron and becoming High Fae against her will, she’s struggled to find a place for herself within the strange, deadly world she inhabits.”

“Worse, she can’t seem to move past the horrors of the war with Hybern and all she lost in it.”

“The one person who ignites her temper more than any other is Cassian, the battle-scarred warrior whose position in Rhysand and Feyre’s Night Court keeps him constantly in Nesta’s orbit.”

“Meanwhile, the treacherous human queens who returned to the Continent during the last war have forged a dangerous new alliance, threatening the fragile peace that has settled over the realms. ”

“Nesta and Cassian battle monsters from within and without as they search for acceptance-and healing-in each other’s arms. ”

“it is an epic story of redemption-- Of a girl finding herself again after tragedy. And along the way she makes friends, and a lover who listens to her who supports her rough recovery, and not always her actions.”

″ And the key to halting them might very well rely on Cassian and Nesta facing their haunting pasts.”

″‘There are different kinds of darkness,’ Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. ‘There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.’ I pictured each. ‘There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.‘”

“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.”

″‘Many atrocities,’ Rhys purred, ‘have been done in the name of the greater good.‘”

“I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.”

“To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered.”

“No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.”

“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.”

“Then I would have torn the world apart to get you back.”