Marie Lu Quotes

Absolute power is absolute power, no matter what it's called.

Hi," he says. "I'm Daniel." "Hi," I reply. "I'm June.

Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.

I'm so tired. I don't know if I can ever outrun how I used to be.

For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.

I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

I take a step toward him and grin cheerfully. "With all due respect, I don't see the Republic tacking up wanted posters with your pretty face on them.

I have to force a smile off my face as I sit limply in my seat... Then, just as I'm congratulating myself for such a stellar plan.

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

Everything I am familiar with is gone.

I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

The irony of life is that those who wear masks often tell us more truths than those with open faces.

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency, ' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

To those who, in spite of everything, still choose goodness.

We are the children of gods and angels.

Fear is your sword

Like fear and fury. It is energy from another realm, threads from beneath the sur­face, an immortal place never meant to be disturbed. Raffaele trembles.Something is poisoning the world.

You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others.

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

No. I cannot let him control me.You are mine, Adelina, Enzo growls. Turn your powers against your own fleet.

Enzo inherited a throne. Giulietta relied on her royal blood. Queen Maeve rules Beldain because she was born to it. But true rulers are not born. We are made.

I have spent my entire life thinking of the Inquisitors as things, soulless creatures. But they are just men. Men can be swayed, and I have the power to do it.

Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whi

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

I laugh at him, and behind us, several Inquisitors stir in surprise at the sound. Only Magiano can coax joy out of me so easily.

Your strengths might make you hard to approach, and might make your words sound uglier than what you actually mean, but they also make people look up to you.

In the mirror, I look the same. But I am a different person inside.I am a prodigy who knows the truth. I know exactly what I'm going to do.

After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.

He was the last thread suspending me in the light. Without him, I can feel myself spiraling downward, falling to a place where I can no longer pull myself back up.

One heroic act doesn’t make a man trustworthy. What if he decides to turn his blade on you?

Make no mistake—we don’t trust each other, not by any stretch of the imagination.

It's strange being here with you. I hardly know you. But...sometimes it feels like we're the same person born into two different worlds.

After she was gone, I sheathed her sword at my belt, draped her cloak over my shoulders, carried her heart in my arms, and, somehow, went on.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

He doesn't know who I am.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone, " the man said with a shrug.

They were the flash of light in a stormy sky, the fleeting darkness before dawn. Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again.

I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.

The darkness seeps in a little more every day. What have I done? How can I be like this?

Everything's science fiction until someone makes it science fact

Hi, I'm Day. Hi, I'm June.

My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.