Sara Raasch Quotes
Top 86 wise famous quotes and sayings by Sara Raasch
Sara Raasch Famous Quotes & Sayings
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When you're a teenager, being different- if it's not by choice - seems like the worst thing imaginable. But is it really?
A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.
The question tumbles out of my mouth like a smooth stone in a stream, its edges worn clean by how often I roll it around in my head.
No apologies. No matter what happens, I will never, not in a thousand tragic outcomes, ever regret loving you.
All those practice fights when it was just us, two children pretending to be soldiers. Or two soldiers pretending to be children.
That, I think, i a truer mark of belonging somewhere - being willing to do anything, everything, that needs to be done, regardless of what I want.
You're impossible," I growl, and rip open the book. Theron laughs and scoots a little closer to me. "Impossible, endearing. Synonyms, really.
Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. "My queen," he says in response.
What defines us is not our ability to never let them break us-what defines us is not letting them own us.
slam onto the dusty prairie with a back-popping thud, my blade flying from my hands and vanishing into the thigh-high grass nearby.
No matter what happens, no matter who turns on me, no matter what pompous swine thinks he has power over me, I am still me. I will always be me.
I wanted to be a soldier. Someone who would earn standing in Winter. Someone Sir would look at with pride. Someone Mather would look at and -
I close my eyes, back straight, face impassive. When I look, I will see someone capable and composed, a warrior and a leader all in one.
He leaves. Just like that. No final good-bye, no last, lingering glance.
Like we never loved each other at all.
Like we never loved each other at all.
Flags snap in the breeze above us, banners with a lavender stalk in front of a golden maple leaf on a green background.
In a burst of movement I'm up the crates, scaling the wall, and rolling onto the tiles of the roof next to me, a handful of stories in the air.
Like he sees me, truly sees me, no matter how I am... Like he sees all the sacrifices he's made and doesn't regret a single one.
The world is changing. We cannot deal with the problem as we have in the past, or we will always end up where we started.
Whoever designed this city built it to complement the setting sun as perfectly as the stars complement the night.
Mather lifts a white eyebrow. "You don't have to actually yell, if you don't want to. Slightly elevated whispering would be fine.
I just like imagining the possibilities. That's part of freedom too --getting to dream, and knowing it could happen if I want it to.
I'm at the center of this, a weird possessive feud between the Winter king and the Cordellan prince.
I don't need made-up strength. I'm strong enough on my own - me, Meira, no magic or conduit or anything.
And I had one of the guards tend to this." Mona lifts my chakram. "It's sharpened." Mona is my favorite.
They make decisions; they mold your future. The trick is to find a way to still be you through it all.
I wanted a life of my own, a life where I could feel myself being a part of Winter. And that, to me, came though fighting for it.
Feeling like you're enough has nothing to do with actually being enough --you choose whether or not you are.
You've always been /everything/ to me. I didn't know how to handle how much I needed you growing up---snow, I still don't, all right?
So tired of Noam and Herod and Sir and Angra and all these arrogant, puppet-master men who hold all the strings and refuse to give them up.
Summer Kingdom farthest west, Autumn next, then Winter, and finally the Spring Kingdom on the Destas Sea.