Quotes From "Throne Of Glass" By Sarah J. Maas

I'm not married, ” he said softly, “because I can't stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul. Sarah J. Maas

No. I can survive well enough on my own– if given the proper reading material. Sarah J. Maas

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. Sarah J. Maas

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. Sarah J. Maas

Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow. Sarah J. Maas

She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours. It was the time when she slept, the time when she stalked and killed, the time when the stars emerged with glittering beauty and made her feel wonderfully small and insignificant. Sarah J. Maas

What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgements? Sarah J. Maas

To four years until freedom, " she said lifting her glass. He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena." Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough. Sarah J. Maas

Very well."" Say it."" Say what?"" Say my name. Say, 'Very well, Dorian.'"She rolled her eyes. "If it pleases Your Magnanimous Holiness, I shall call you by your first name. Sarah J. Maas

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared. Sarah J. Maas

His words were coated with glorious boredom Sarah J. Maas

He didn't know why, but seeing her made him feel like a man. She was something out of a dream - a dream in which he was not a spoiled young prince, but a king. Sarah J. Maas

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 she would win. Sarah J. Maas

We each survive in our own way. Sarah J. Maas

Libraries were full of ideas–perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons. Sarah J. Maas

She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours. Sarah J. Maas

There was good in people - deep down, there was always a shred of good. Sarah J. Maas

I'm not ill like that, ” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.“ Then it what way?”“ I, uh..” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back! ” His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if..Then I'll take my leave, ” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond. . Sarah J. Maas

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. Sarah J. Maas

Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky. Celaena ran–swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldn't muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It couldn't cross the bridge. Behind her, a sword shrieked as it was drawn from its sheath. She fell, slamming into mud and rock. The sound of the approaching demon filled the air as she struggled to rise. But the mud held fast, and she could not run. Reaching for a bush, her small hands bleeding, the horse now close behind, she– . Sarah J. Maas

I was merely observing; I have no agenda." He looked at his hand, still touching hers. "Where did you get that ring?" She contracted her hand into a fist as she pulled it away from him. The amethyst in her ring glowed in the firelight. "It was a gift."" From whom?"" That's none of your concern." He shrugged, though she knew betterthan to tell him who'd really given it to her - rather, she knew Chaol wouldn't want Dorian to know. "I'd like to know who's been giving rings to my Champion."The way the collar of his black jacket lay across his neck made her unnable to sit still. She wanted to touch him, to trace the line between his tan skin and the golden lining of the fabric." Billiards?" she asked, rising to her feet. I could use another lesson." Celaena didn't wait for his answer as she strode toward the gaming room. She very much wanted to stand close to him and have her skin warm under his breath. She liked that. Worse than that, she realized, she liked him. . Sarah J. Maas

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us—to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them. Sarah J. Maas

In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him. Sarah J. Maas

He felt as if there were something missing inside him that didn't fit in with their merriment, with their willing ignorance of the world outside the castle. It went beyond his title. He had enjoyed their company early in his adolescence, but it had become apparent that he'd always be a step away. The worst of it was that they didn't seem to notice he was different- or that he felt different. Were it not for Chaol, he would have felt immensely lonely. Sarah J. Maas

He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. "Perhaps I'll see you later tonight."" If you're lucky, " Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle. Eventully Nehemia turned to her. "Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. "Of course not. Why would I?"You converse easily. It seems as if you have..a connection."" A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. "I just enjoy teasing him."" It's not a crime if you consider him handsome. I'll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he's not so bad."" He's a Havilliard.""My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather."" We're both silly. It's nothing."" He seems to take great interest in you." Celaena's head whipped around, her eyes full of long-forgotten fury that made her belly ache and twist. "I would sooner cut out my own heart than love a Havilliard, " she snarled. They completed their walk in silence, and when they parted ways, Celaena quickly wished Nehemia a pleasant evening before striding to her part of the castle. . Sarah J. Maas