Kristin Cashore, Fire Quotes

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

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

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

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

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

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

People want incongruous, impossible things.

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

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

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

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

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.

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

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

He thinks we're made of money.

And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.

Not all sons were like their fathers. A son chose the man he would be.Not all daughters were like their fathers. A daughter monster chose the monster she would be.

Who hit you?""Clara.""Clara!""She whaled me one in return for upsetting you. Well, at least, that was the main reason.

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.

The poacher's murderer was a man after Archer's own heart, for Archer also didn't like men to hurt Fire or make her acquaintance.

Archer wouldn't consider her allowance of the guard to be evidence of the powers of rational argument. He'd take it as proof that she was in love with whichever of her guards was the most handsome.

Your horse is named Small.Yes.Mine is named Big.-Fire and Brigan

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.

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?’ Archer asked. ‘Because that’s what you very nearly did.

It's not reasonable to love people who are only going to die.

I know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

Everyone wants a little bit of something beautiful.

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.

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.

What was the purpose of a woman monster?It came out in a whisper. ‘What am I for?

Well. I always like it when you kiss me.Do you?You're good at it.Well, that's lucky, because I'll always be kissing you.

It seemed to Fire it was rarely enough one knew a person one wished to marry. How unjust then to meet that person, and be kept from it because one's bed was made of hay and not feathers.

Fire looked into his quiet eyes, touched his dear familiar face and considered the question.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon bits of rock.

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.

Then come here, " he said, a bit redundantly, as he had already pulled her with him into an armchair and curled her up in his arms. "Tell me what I can do to help you feel be

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

For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again.

Waste is Criminal.