Marie Rutkoski Quotes
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Marie Rutkoski Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Nothing in dreams can hurt you, her father had said - which was another way of saying that life can.
I have a confession," he said. "Sometimes I offend on purpose. It's like my smile."
"That's not an apology."
"Princes don't apologize.
"That's not an apology."
"Princes don't apologize.
Arin kept company with death, but death was not all that lived inside him.
A girl in his heart. In his home.
Waiting for him.
A girl in his heart. In his home.
Waiting for him.
Arin would trade his heart for a snarled knot of thread if it meant he would never have to see Kestrel again.
Truth was like an exploding star: violent, glitteringly beautiful. Now that I had seen it, felt it, it was impossible to settle for anything less.
In his mind, he said, Tell me what you want. And she said, Leave this city. She said, Take me with you.
I agree," Arin said, "under one condition. You mentioned emissaries. There will be one emissary from the empire. It will be you.
She'd wanted to put her fear inside a white box and give it to Arin. You, too, she would tell him. I fear for you. I fear for me if I lost you.
Sometimes when the god is vexed or simply bored, she decides that the most beautiful thing is disaster.
She entered Roshar's tent. "I need your help." Blinking, he propped himself up on his bed. He said groggily, "And I need a real door. With a lock.
The gods used to walk among us.
True, said death.
Why did you leave?
Ah, sweet child, it was your people who left us.
True, said death.
Why did you leave?
Ah, sweet child, it was your people who left us.
You snored," Kestrel said. "I did not." "You did. You snored so loudly that the people in my dreams complained.
It occured to him that he might have to grow comfortable with happiness, because it might not abandon him this time.
You think you see the truth because people let you believe it. If you accuse a Herrani of a lie, do you think he will dare deny it?
You are important to me, she said, and touched his face. Important. The word swelled and deflated. More than he'd thought. Less than he wanted.
Arin's god slapped him across the face. Pay attention, death demanded. Arin did, and after that, no one could touch him. When
Kestrel could read an expression as if looking through shifting water to see the grainy bottom, the silt rising or settling, the dart of a fish.
A slow fear, heavy, like sadness ... which made her realize that her fear was a kind of sadness, because she couldn't be better than her fear.
She could've slept then. She wanted to. Sleep was blind, it was deaf, and it would take her away from this room and these men.
She saw him and didn't understand how she had ever missed his beauty. How it didn't always strike her as it did now, like a blow.
In the morning, when Roshar saw their faces he rolled his eyes. "I want my tent back," he said. Kestrel laughed. *
Arin wished Roshar wouldn't do this, wouldn't slip on false arrogance as if it were mourning garb worn in the service of a joke.
What could you say about someone who walked daily into his grief and lived at the bottom of its hole and didn't even want to come out?
My mother had been blind as a child. And so, blindness was something that has long fascinated me, but also it's something I find really, really scary.
When she saw the opportunity to flee, she would take it. She would bring the hounds of the empire howling down on this city.
He struggled, knuckled his eyes, and let the words come. I want you to be mine, wholly mine, your heart, too. I want you to feel the same way.
The general's daughter? We'd be fools not to. You talk about her as if she's made of spun glass. Know what I see? Steel.
Her blood felt laced with black powder. How could she have forgotten what it was like to burn on a fuse before him?
Before - for years - she had let her mind close seamlessly, like an egg, around this wrong and other wrongs.
Arin, who had set hooks into her heart and drawn her to him so that she wouldn't see anything but his eyes.
Arin was her enemy
Arin was her enemy
Once, he'd hated her for it. Then it had somehow touched him. He knew it himself. he, too, felt how the heart chooses its own home and refuses reason.
You haven't asked me about Arin," Roshar said as he rode alongside him.
"What?"
"The tiger. Not the surly human.
"What?"
"The tiger. Not the surly human.
It was different to give something up than to see it taken away. The difference, Kestrel said, was choice.
So you give me nothing."
"When have I ever given you anything?"
Softly, Arin said, "You gave me much, once.
"When have I ever given you anything?"
Softly, Arin said, "You gave me much, once.
It was the horror of someone who'd been dealt a winning hand, had bet her life on the game, and then proceeded (deliberately?) to lose.
Yet he understood that there are some things you feel and others that you choose to feel, and that the choice doesn't make the feeling less valid.
The sky was a feather blanket of clouds, save for one blue hole in the fabric. A blue cloud in a white sky.
Arin thought of Cheat, Tensen, Kestrel. He wondered if some part of him was drawn to lies. What was it that made him so easy to deceive?
She focused on that nothingness, imagined it as ink spilling over everything she could possibly think or feel.