Quotes Galore : A Court of Thorns and Roses (ACOTAR #1) by Sarah J Maas
If you know me, then you know I am a big fan of Sarah J. Maas’ ACOTAR series. I know I might be quite late into the fandom, seeing as a lot of you has already heard of and loved this series long before I even realized a character as wonderful and charming as Rhysand exists. But I am here now, and can I just say, I love Rhysand’s character so so so much (if you haven’t read this series and meet with the awesomeness that is Rhysand, please do.)
And seeing how obsessed I am with this series –– this series is in my all time favorite list of books I have read so far in 2018and that all I wanted to do after finishing this series is to go back and re-read it all over again (yes, the obsession is real) – I have decided to compile all the quotes that I love from the first installation to the ACOTAR series. Enjoy!
“In our world where we’d forgotten the names of our gods, a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond.”
“We’re in love,” Nesta declared.
“Love won’t feed a hungry belly,” I countered.
“Bruises are harder to conceal than poverty.”
I straightened. “You swear it?”
A low, incredulous laugh. “On everything that I am and possess.”
“He snorted as I took the knife from the table and turned to procure the bow from my room. “I think I’m starting to like you—for a murdering human.”
“Because I wouldn’t want to die alone,” I said, “Because I’d want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that.”
“Compared to you—to your borders and magic being weakened—I suppose my self-pity is absurd.”
“If it grieves you,” he said, the words caressing my bones, “then I don’t think it’s absurd at all.”
“Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”
“Why—why do any of this?”
He leaned in closer, “Because 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.”
“He left me, and I took a gasping breath, not realizing I’d been holding it.
Not realizing that I craved his warmth, his nearness, until he was gone.”
“I stepped out of the shelter of my savior’s arm and turned to thank him. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”
“More—I wanted the hardness of his body crushing against mine; I wanted his mouth and teeth and tongue on my bare skin, on my breasts, between my legs. Everywhere—I wanted him everywhere.”
“I’ve had many lovers,” he admitted. “Females of noble birth, warriors, princesses … But they never understood. What it was like, what it is like, for me to care for my people, my lands. What scars are still there, what the bad days feel like.” That wrathful jealousy faded away like morning dew as he smiled at my painting. “This reminds me of it.”
“Of what?” I breathed.
He lowered the painting, looking right at me, right into me. “That I’m not alone.”
“I could make you able to see it,” he said. His fingers lingered at the end of my braid, twirling the curl of hair around. “See my world—hear it, smell it.” My breathing became shallow as he sat up. “Taste it.”
“How?” I asked, heat blooming as he crouched before me.
“Every gift comes with a price.” I frowned, and he grinned. “A kiss.”
Faintly, echoing into my world of slumber, he spoke again, his breath caressing my ear. “You’re exactly as I dreamed you’d be, too.”
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you,” said a deep, sensual male voice I’d never heard.
“Everything became a blur of color and sound, and he was the only object in it, tethering me to sanity, to my body, which glowed and burned in every place he touched.”
His lips grazed my neck as he murmured against my skin, “Dance with me, Feyre.”
“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.”
“You would have gone to the ends of the earth to save your High Lord.”
My chest hollowed out again, but I merely said, “Yes, I would have.”
“Thank you for bringing me.”
“It’s a rare day indeed when someone thanks you for bringing them to their death.”
“For Tamlin … for Tamlin, I would sell my soul; I would give up everything I had for him to be free.”
“I’d done such a foolish thing in binding myself to Rhysand. Rhysand, with the wings and talons lurking beneath that beautiful, flawless surface; Rhysand, who could shatter minds.”
“What do you want with me? Beyond taunting Tamlin.”
“Taunting him is my greatest pleasure,” he said with a mock bow.
“His fingers brushed mine, and a line of fire went through me, I lived in that moment—my life became beautiful again for those few seconds when our hands grazed.”
“You can leave if you’re just going to insult me.”
“But I’m so good at it.” He flashed one of his grins.
“When you healed my arm … You didn’t need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year.” My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. “Every single week, and I would have said yes.” It wasn’t entirely a question, but I needed the answer.
A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. “I know,” he said, and vanished.
“Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. ”
Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him. “Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.”
“Why?” I asked.
Rhys knew what I meant, and shrugged. “Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful. Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”