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

“I love you, he whispered, and kissed my brow. Thorns and all.”

“I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.”

“The Court of Dreams.The people who knew that there was a price, and one worth paying, for that dream. The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, t...”

“I love you," I said, and stabbed him.”

“So Im 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.”

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

“Amren, Rhys drawled, sends her regards. And as for this one I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. Shes mine, he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors nearby...”

“For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had an eternity to live with it.”

“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 want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength..." As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. "A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships...”

“Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine.When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulle...”

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

“Every man who has reached even his intellectual teens begins to suspect that life is no farce that it is not genteel comedy even that it flowers and fructifies on the contrary out of the profoundes...”

“Let us love. Let our lives be a perpetual song of love for God, first of all, and for all human beings who suffer, love, and mourn. Let deep joy live in us. Let us be like the lark, enemy of the ni...”