Pierce Brown Quotes

The ending of lives begins here.

Mother is the spine in me . The iron.

My editor's main job is to cut down my worldbuilding. There's so much fun stuff in there, you know?

Tradition is the crown of the tyrant.

The measure of a man is what he does when he has power.

It fills me with a strange emptiness knowing that I was enough for her when I was never enough for Eo.

Everyone is so frightened of change," I say before smiling sincerely at the broken man. "You remind me of my uncle.

I'm tired of people doubting. Of people choosing to believe they know what is possible because of what has happened before. Holiday

I am something different. I freed the enslaved and let the broken mend themselves.

Another flash of lightning and he appears, floating in the bitter storm like the ugliest angel ever shit out of heaven.

How do sheep kill a lion ? By drowning him in blood.

She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.

If this is the end, I will rage toward it. But

All the sadness, all the hurt in the past making this moment all the sweeter. If pain is the weight of being, love is the purpose.

But business in a crony-capitalist society is the craft of sharks.

Freedom costs too much

That to wipe my ass, you golden pricklick?

Because in the end, what does all the power in all the worlds matter if your closest friends can betray you?

I think girls have a harder time than guys do if you're switching schools. Guys don't get picked on as long as you're OK in sports.

I know his pain, the horrible crushing sadness of loving something gentle only to see it ripped apart by the hard world.

Even the cruel feel pain. And even the cruel can change.

Her world is alien to the horrors I know. All the child sees is love.

It's there, even if you never see it till the end - that spark of individuality, of freedom.

There is a festival where we wear the faces of demons to ward evil spirits from our dead in the vale. Sometimes we
fail.

In the face of cold power, she is fire.

Wise men read books about history. Strong men write them.

I do not understand, but I will not let her die knowing anything but my love.

If they are monsters, we should ask ourselves who made them that way.

If your heart beats like a drum, and your legs a little wet, it's because the Reaper's come to collect a little debt.

ArchGovernor's ears," Podginus orders. Bridge forces

Break the chains.

Making a square around the greatest living Olympic Knight, like a wolfpack come upon a great panther of the forest.

And there's the beauty of space. A billion paths to choose.

But good men tend to die first.

The Reaper has come. And

Our lives mean so much more than the frail bodies that carry them.

I'm going to kill you, Aja! I'm going to kill you in your face!

Everyone's honest till they're caught in a lie.

He needed a light. And he made it. Love was his shout into the wind. Same

Fear rides in me. Fear of so many things. Fear of letting down my friends, of losing my friends.

Whatever plan I make, it seems the world is content to undo it.

They say a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. They made no mention of the heart.

Promises are just chains," she rasps. "Both are meant for breaking.

Give us six hours, Sevro. If we're not back by then ... " "Wank off in the bushes?

Anything that believes only in itself cannot go happily into the night.

Marked by justice," I say. Sevro rolls his eyes. "What? I can be funny." "Keep practicing.

Sweet smile is half again as sinister as her sister's razor. Beside her is an Olympic Knight, the Storm Knight

That darling boy is so vain he could make a thunderstorm be about him.

And what is the bloodydamn point of surviving in this cold world if I run from the only warmth it has to offer?

Goddamn amateurs," Trigg mutters. "Ten minutes," Holiday repeats.

Death begets death begets death.

to capture it. Got to

If you are thrown into the deep and do not swim, you will drown," he says, and raises his thin eyebrows. "So keep swimming, right?

Was forged in the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love. He

This is always how the story would end," he says to me. "Not with your screams. Not with your rage. But with your silence.

Never tell me the odds, just do it," I command.

It is no great thing to die. Not when one has lived." -Ragnar Volarus

Treason is a matter of the date, Proctor.

I am no martyr. I am not vengeance. I am Eo's dream.

They want visionaries. Leaders of men. Not reapers of them. There are limits," she continues. I snap.
"There are no goddamned limits.

It's a lonely thing carrying the body of someone dead and loved. Like a vase you know will never again hold flowers. I

You are the wolf that howls and bites. i am the mustang that nuzzles the hand People know they can work with me. With you? Hell, kill or be killed.

I have been rejected 120 times, probably because I didn't write the right book.

Someone has to dot God's i's.

The world is soundless. We cannot hear, but a pack of wolves does not need words to know that it is time to hunt.

An eerie feeling, a notion that devils roam the grounds instead of men. Who knows what anyone will do now that the rules are gone?

I was learning the craft; I didn't study writing in school. Rejection was my motivation, and failure is what taught me.

We must save ourselves from ourselves before the inheritance of humanity is ash.

Your firstborn son, Claudius, was all a man could hope for - a son better and wiser than his father.

Tell the hag we're here for war. Not words.

I rise into darkness, away from the garden they watered with the blood of my friends.

Give me your hand," she says. "Which is your best finger?"
"They are all better at different things."
"Don't be obstinate.

I'm only a monster when it is practical. Augustus smiles.

Eo didn't deserve to die a slave to the Society. And despite her Color, Mustang doesn't deserve any sort of bridle.

An army marches on its stomach.

Ares sends his regards, motherfucker.

We grew together, and now are grown. In her eyes, I see my heart. In her breath, I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my kin. My love.

They want a leader, and if the Reaper of Mars decides to come back from the dead here ... you won't have an army, you'll have a tide at your heels.

The tide has risen. And I feel a deep terror in wondering exactly what it will wash away.

See. That's what I don't get. If I am a good man, then why do I want to do bad things?

Darkness. Then the darkness has holes. Stars. There

Asgard has fallen. The gods are dead. The old oaths have been broken. And tell all who will hear: the Valkyrie ride to war.

I panic as suicides do when they realize their folly.

His power is of a different breed. Where I am kinetic energy, he is potential.

I'll be Odysseus. You be Achilles." "Achilles dies in the end." "Then learn from his mistakes.

If the need arises I've got myself a psychotic Goblin-sized fighter jet

There is no peace for great men

Will you accept these stains, godchild?

Life fades in the presence of pain.

'Found the sheep too easy to kill?' I ask. 'Where'd you get the weapon?'
'Born with them.' His fingernails are bloody.

Brothers, sisters, till the last Woe that this has come to pass, By your grave, I shall weep For it was I who made you sleep.

Death is easy when you've already tried to find it.

Remember, I know what you are inside. Just a scared boy who tried to kill himself when he was too weak to save his wife from hanging.

It is a humbling thing knowing someone cannot live without you, knowing that though they've betrayed you, they wish for nothing but absolution.

To prosper, your superior must prosper.

Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.

Friendships take minutes to make, moments to break, years to repair.

Modern war is fearing the air, the shadows, fearing the silence. Death will come and I won't even see it.

Oh, Vixus," I say with a sigh, keeping the tremble of anger and fear out of my voice. "Vixus, Vixus, Vixus. There are no boys like me.

Vengeance is an empty thing, Darrow.