It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.

There are much more important qualities to have than a docile disposition.

Pain is such a useful thing. It corrects us when we're wrong. It shapes our character. It teaches us that we're alive.

I love how you still think if you tell me to do something, I'll just check my brain at the door and do it.

That's not what he meant," Rachel says again, pink flushing her cheeks."Actually, I meant-" I start to say, but Willow cuts me off."What? It's true. He looks at you like he'd like to dip you in sugar and eat you up.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

Sometimes the thing you think will fix everything ruins it instead. And sometimes what hurts you has to tear you apart before it makes you stronger.

Thank you for telling me fairy tales, but also for teaching me how to face the battle I'd need to win in real life.

Sometimes having courage means the hardest tasks fall onto your shoulders, and those leave the biggest scars.

We walked through the streets with our protectors. We wore our dresses. We gave up our education because that was the price of safety. That was the bargain we made with the devil we knew to escape the devil we didn't.

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

You're worth so much more than anything I can give you. If you can't believe that right now, believe in me.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

I love you best, and I'll miss you forever.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph's waist and give her a quick squeeze. "Lesson's over for today. I have something to discuss with Logan.""Sounds serious." Jodi wiggles her brows at me."I think that's just Rachel for 'I need to go kiss my boy.'" Sylph laughs when I glare at her.

Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn

I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself to be patient and understanding, but inside there's a longing only those words will fill, and it hurts to ignore it.

You know how it feels to think you've ruined everything. You're hoping if my story has a happy ending there's hope for yours too...

Thad: “But this is a boy, and you need to think of your reputation if you’re spending time alone with him—”Ari: ”Learning how to put a man's eye out or take him down at the knees. Very romantic stuff, Thad. Very romantic. Oh, and we also hid a body together, so we're practically engaged.

Of course, I believe most of the older noblemen are actually bringing their sons - only ones eligible for marriage, of course - to dance with me. The consensus seems to be that I would make a pretty good catch.You aren't going to marry a boring nobleman's boring son.No?No, because if one proposes to you, he'll be eaten by morning. Dragons have very healthy appetites.Draconi don't eat people.I've been looking for a new hobby.

Don’t let the bad leg fool you, son. If you hurt my princess, I will be the nightmare you never see coming.

Gabril’s voice was strong and sure. “I believe in you, and I’ve fought for you, because in a world full of people who crumble before an evil too terrifying to comprehend, you put up your fists and fight.

Please tell me you're not that stupid.Rachel to Melkin

You don't go into battle because you're sure of victory. You go into battle because it's the right thing to do.

Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting they'll use it to heal you instead.

Talking to her is like coming home and finding the furniture in every room rearranged. The same pieces are there, the same sense of comfort, but nothing is exactly the where you'd expect.

Forget math and peotry. Especially poetry.

Death is an insatiable creature with greedy hands.

I'm honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well.

I never thought it was fair that anatomy decided what my brain was fit for.