There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.

And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.

So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.

Say it, ” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.

If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate.

I was burning through books every day - stories about people and places I'd never heard of. They were perhaps the only thing that kept me from teetering into utter despair.

It had filled my time - given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less ... alone.

And then things would be fine. Then I'd be fine.

Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.

I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.

The Court of Dreams. The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream.

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.

Music isn’t just heard, it is felt.

Each one of us is serious individually, but together we become frivolous.

The best kind of amazing is when it is unexpected.

There are some people so addicted to exaggeration that they can't tell the truth without lying.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.

Keep on following your dreams and don't let anyone put you down or tell you that you can't do it!

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

They say writers sell everybody out. What can you do? You know only the people you know.