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source: - Rob Brezsny (2005). “Pronoia Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings”, p.35, Frog Books

Topics: Mean, Laughing, Dying, Katsa

At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him just how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough.

Topics: Done, Lasts, Enough

It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.

Topics: Sibling, Fire, Together, Sharpening

I told you before, Katsa. I won't fight when you're angry. I won't solve a disagreement between us with blows." He lifted the ice and fingered his jaw. He moaned and held the ice to his face again. "What we do in the practice rooms-that's to help each other. We don't use it against each other. We're friends, Katsa. We're too dangerous to each other. And even if we weren't, it's not right.

Topics: Fighting, Blow, Ice, Katsa

Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it." "And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?

Topics: Thinking, Faces, Matter, Katsa

If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.

Topics: Trying

Katsa hugged her for a long time, and Bitterblue understood that this was always how it would be. Katsa would come and then Katsa would go. But the hug was real, and lasting, even though it would end. The coming was as real as the going, and the coming would always be a promise. It would have to be good enough.

Topics: Real, Long, Hug, Katsa

As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart.

Topics: Two, Rooms, Lap, Katsa

Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder, and Randa didn't deserve it. And even though she wanted what the voice wanted, she didn't think she had the courage for it.

Topics: Thinking, Voice, Murder

She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.

Topics: Emptiness, Lost, Fury

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

Topics: Fire, Dust, Way

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

Topics: Fire, Trying, Mouths, Commanders

How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered

Topics: People, Sometimes, Absence

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

Topics: Natural, Ends, Unnatural

Children are geniuses.

Topics: Children, Genius

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

Topics: People, Inspire, Monsters

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.

Topics: Hard Times, Men, Obvious

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

Topics: Hate, Men, Wells

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.52, Penguin

Topics: Intention, Circumstances, Humans

There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.

Topics: Simple, World, This World, Simple Person

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

Topics: Degrees, Scales

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

Topics: Men, Daft

People want incongruous, impossible things.

Topics: People, Want, Impossible

I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa

Topics: Katsa

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

Topics: Creatures, Pushing Me Away

If she took Po as her husband, she would be making promises about a future she couldn't yet see. For once she became his wife, she would be his forever. And, no matter how much freedom Po gave her, she would always know that it was a gift. Her freedom would be not be her own; it would be Po's to give or to withhold. That he never would withhold it made no difference. If it did not come from her, it was not really hers.

Topics: Husband, Differences, Giving

Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.

Topics: Important, Stories

Well, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin.

Topics: Fear, Ends, Wells

Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.

Topics: Queens, Lying, Dark

You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

Topics: Mean, Little Sister, Mind, Pushing Me Away

...you could not measure love on a scale of degrees, and now she understood that it was the same with pain. Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you'd reach your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.

Topics: Pain, People, Feelings

Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don't you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening." (Brigan)

Topics: Beautiful, Sadness, Frightening

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.141, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Fighting, Thug, Men, Graceling

I'm afraid of plenty of things," he said. "I just do them anyway.

Topics: Said, Plenty

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.219, Penguin

Topics: Medicine

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful." Clara said. "Among the wealthy it's the rare skins and furs sold on the black market. With everyone else it's whatever they find clogging the gutters or killed in the housetraps. It al amounts to the same thing, of course, but the rich people feel better knowing they've paid a fortune.

Topics: Beautiful, Feel Better, Knowing, Something Beautiful, Clara

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

Topics: Horse, Ruins, Doing Your Best, Graceling

Skye kissed her forehead. "You saved my life." Katsa smiled. "You Lienid are very outward in your affection." "I'm going to name my firstborn child after you." Katsa laughed at that. "For the child's sake, wait for a girl. Or even better, wait until all your children are older and give my name to whichever is the most troublesome and obstinate." Skye burst into laughter and hugged her, and Katsa returned his embrace. And realized that quite without her intending it, her guarded heart had made another friend.

Topics: Girl, Laughter, Children, Katsa, Skye

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

Topics: Lying, Deceit, Ends

It hurt her eyes, almost, Ror City; and it didn't surprise her that Po should come from a place that shone.

Topics: Hurt, Eye, Cities, Her Eyes

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

Topics: Darkness, Forests, Three, Katsa, Graceling

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

Topics: Grace, Safe, Easy, Katsa

She knew he was angry, but she couldn't stop laughing. "Forgive me, Po. I was only trying to get your attention." "And I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you'd start by knocking down the house.

Topics: Laughing, Forgive Me, House

She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.

Topics: Pain, Eye, Heart, Lied To Me, Graceling

I wouldn't marry Giddon to save my life," Katsa said. "Not even to save yours." "Well." Raffin's eyes were full of laughter. "I'd leave that part out.

Topics: Laughter, Eye, Said, Katsa

I meditate, and when I do, Prince Harry appears in my subconscious and meditates with me. It's a little strange but I don't think there's anything I can do about it. Sometimes he's not the only one; the other day it was me, Prince Harry, the Dalai Lama, Mr. Rogers, Coco the gorilla, and George Clooney. We were all floating above the earth looking down at the continents as they passed. George Clooney suggested I visit Providence, Rhode Island. The Dalai Lama sighed deeply and said he'd like to visit Tibet. Poor Dalai Lama.

Topics: Thinking, Rhode Island, Islands, Dalai, Lama

You're the queen, and it's the queen's house, and whatever Brigan may accomplish, he's highly unlikely ever to be queen.

Topics: Queens, House, May

Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.134, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Pain, Thinking, Joy, Katsa, Causing Pain

Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.

Topics: Comfort, Bears, Similarity, Tactical

I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders if you chose to.

Topics: Queens, Son, Doubt, Raiders

You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?" "I've a knife in my boot," she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands.

Topics: Hands, Knives, Bows, Throttle, Moose

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful.

Topics: Beautiful, Want, Something Beautiful

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

Topics: Memories, Fire, Harder

And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

Topics: Father, Heart, Different

There is nothing unnatural in this world," he said. "An unnatural thing is a thing that could never happen in nature. I happened. I am natural, and the things I want are natural. The power of your mind, and your beauty, even when you've been drugged in the bottom of a boat for two weeks, covered in grime and your face purple and green - your unnatural beauty is natural. Nature is horrifying.

Topics: Two, Purple, Mind, Grime

And is it the way, in these kingdoms you fell from, for a woman to join forces with an unnatural child who's murdered her friend? Or is that expectation unique to you, and your infinitesimal heart?

Topics: Children, Heart, Unique

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.14, Penguin

Topics: Mind, Said, Notion

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

Topics: Son, Stupidity, Lasts

Have you ridden over anyone you shouldn't?

You have a wound too, Papa." Hanna took Brigan's left hand, which was wrapped in a bandage, and inspected it. "Did you throw the first punch?

Topics: Hands, Papa, Left Hand

Garan snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.

Topics: Cake, Torture, Indigestion

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Topics: Beautiful, Eye, Sun, Treetops

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

Topics: Heart, Two, People

As he left to answer the call, she heard him exclaiming in wonderment on the rise. "Rocks, Nash. Is that a river mare out there? Do you see her? Have you ever laid eyes on a more gorgeous creature?

Topics: Eye, Rocks, Rivers, Mares

Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

Topics: Horse, People, Want

It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

Topics: Children, Skills, One Day, Katsa

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

Topics: Yelling, People, Bleeding, Unconsciousness

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

Topics: Cake, Torture, Indigestion

He laughed. "I know you're teasing me. And you should know I'm not easily humiliated. You may hunt for my food, and pound me every time we fight, and protect me when we're attacked, if you like. I'll thank you for it.

Topics: Fighting, May, Pounds, Katsa, Graceling

To Garan's credit, the treatment of Dellian prisoners did change after that. One particularly laconic man, after a session in which Fire learned positively nothing, thanked her for it specifically. "Best dungeons I ever been in," he said, chewing on a toothpick. "Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he had gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

Topics: Kindness, Men, Fire, Toothpicks, Laconic

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

Topics: Want

Something caught in her throat at this second thanks, when she'd threatened him so brutally. When you're a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

Topics: Monsters, Thanks, Admiration

It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.

Topics: Heart, Crushed, Hard Things

I'm not going to wear a red dress," she said. "It would look stunning, My Lady," she called. She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. "If there's anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I'll hit him in the face.

Topics: Water, Wish, Dinner, Katsa

Lady Katsa, is it?" "Yes, Lord Prince." "I've heard you have one eye green as the Middluns grasses, and the other eye blue as the sky." "Yes, Lord Prince." "I've heard you can kill a man with the nail of your smallest finger." She smiled. "Yes, Lord Prince." "Does it make it easier?" "I don't understand you." "To have beautiful eyes. Does it lighten the burden of your Grace, to know you have beautiful eyes?

Topics: Beautiful, Eye, Men, Katsa, Beautiful Eyes

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

Topics: Fire, Noise, Strange, Graceling

The kingdoms' people were at the mercy of the natures of those who rose to be their rulers. It was a gamble, and the current generation did not make for a winning hand.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.19, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Winning, Hands, People, Current Generation

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.18, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Kings, People

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.459, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Focus, Perception, Ifs

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.255, Penguin

Topics: Hands, Faces, Cried

I must stop wishing for things to happen. Because something will happen eventually, and when it does, I'll be bound to wish it hadn't.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.77, Penguin

Topics: Wish, Doe, Happens, Wishing For Things

Archer, is there a servant girl in my fortress you haven't taken to bed? I announce you're leaving and within minutes two of them are at each other's throats, and another is crying her eyes out in the scullery. Honestly. You've been here all of nine days." - Roen, "Fire

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.73, Penguin

Topics: Girl, Archer, Taken

Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she wouldn't have done it.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.356, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Would Be, Done, Foolish

If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.

Topics: Dinner, Faces, Wanted

I’m as old as both of you,” she said, even though she suspected she wasn’t, “and I’m smarter, and I can probably fight as well as you can.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2012). “Bitterblue”, p.40, Penguin

Topics: Fighting, Said, Wells

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.317, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Children, Sadness, Tears, Katsa

Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: It was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.56, Penguin

Topics: Father, Apology, Fire

You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.60, Penguin

Topics: Beautiful, Sweet, Morning

Lady Queen," he said, "You've given me all I want. You're the queen a librarian dreams of.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2012). “Bitterblue”, p.304, Hachette UK

Topics: Dream, Queens, Want

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.

Topics: Kissing, Feel Better, Lucky

I was doing science," Giddon said. "He threw a bean." "I was testing the impact of a bean upon water," Bann said. "That's not even a real thing." "Perhaps I'll test the impact of a bean upon your beautiful white shirt.

Topics: Beautiful, Real, Impact, White Shirts

The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.108, Penguin

Topics: Garden, Tomatoes, Trust Me, Greenhouses

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

Topics: Bed, Hay, Unjust

Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She did a far better job than I would've done.

Topics: Jobs, Sea, Done

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Topics: Laughter, Fighting, Fighter, Katsa, Skye

It humbles me, but it doesn't humiliate me.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.182, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Humiliate

Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katsa. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.155, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Burden, Holes, Katsa

Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.128, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Moving, Long Grass, Wind, Katsa

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.134, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Weak, Danger, Made

It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.137, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Heart, Monsters, Violence, Graceling

You're afraid of your own anger.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.123, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the movie deal is merely a MEANS TO A MUCH HIGHER END: NAIL POLISH.

Topics: Believe, Mean, Goal, Nail Polish

A king who’s innocent of the things of which he’s guilty?

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.219, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Kings, Guilty, Innocent

Now we just need to find someone who is close to the king but is really a spy for Mydogg." "That should be easy. I could probably shoot an arrow out the window and hit one.

Topics: Kings, Arrows, Spy

Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.53, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Topics: Hair, Blue, Done

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

Topics: Fall, Sleep, Night

All right," Clara said. "We have our swordsman, so let's get moving. Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.197, Penguin

Topics: War, Party, Moving, Swordsman, Clara

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

Topics: Hurt, Going Away, Wanted, Graceling

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

Topics: Monsters

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

Topics: Hair, Blue, Said, Katsa

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.93, Penguin

Topics: Two, Arrows, Enemy

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.72, Penguin

Topics: Heart, World, Determined

Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

Topics: Hair, Blue, Tables, Katsa

Well then," Roen said briskly, "are you sleeping?" "Yes." "Come now. A mother can tell when her son lies. Are you eating?" "No," Brigan said gravely. "I've not eaten in two months. It's a hunger strike to protest the spring flooding in the south." "Gracious," Roen said, reaching for the fruit bowl. "Have an apple, dear.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.92, Penguin

Topics: Mother, Lying, Spring, Hunger Strike

It made Fire so angry, the thought of such a medicine, a violence done to herself to stop her from creating anything like herself. And what was the purpose of these eyes, this impossible face, the softness and the curves of this body, the strength of this mind; what was the point, if none of the men who desired her were to give her any babies, and all it ever brought her was grief? What was the purpose of a woman monster?

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.138, Penguin

Topics: Baby, Grief, Eye, These Eyes

He thinks we're made of money.

Topics: Money, Thinking, Made

It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.

Topics: Goodbye, Hurt, Fire

Through an arrow loop in the wall she saw a familiar horse and rider tearing across the camp toward the healing rooms. Brigan pulled up at Nash's feet and dropped from the saddle. The two brothers threw their arms around each other and embraced hard. Shortly thereafter he stepped into the healing rooms and leaned in the doorway, looking across at her quietly. Brocker's son with the gentle gray eyes. She abandoned all pretense of decorum and ran at him.

Topics: Brother, Horse, Wall, Decorum, Gray Eyes

Brigan," she said, annoyed that he had not understood. "I’ll always be beautiful. Look at me. I have one hundred and sixty two bug bites, and has it made me any less beautiful? I’m missing two fingers and I have scars all over, but does anyone care? No! It just makes me more interesting! I’ll always be like this, stuck in this beautiful form, and you’ll have to deal with it." He seemed to sense that she expected a grave response, but for the moment, he was incapable. "I suppose it’s a burden I must bear," he said, grinning.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.278, Penguin

Topics: Beautiful, Two, Interesting

He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.278, Penguin

Topics: Beautiful, Horse, Love You

Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.101, Penguin

Topics: Fall, Sky, Pieces, Falling To Pieces, Well Said

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.133, Penguin

Topics: Forever, Faces, Saws

It's hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.

source: - Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.99, Penguin

Topics: Real, Nightmare, Hard

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