Feyre Archeron Quotes

“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don't know. I don't really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn't... I might have become as awful as that prick we're going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training," he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty." Cassian's eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, "If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair." Azriel bowed his head in thanks.
Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. "If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty." She wiped away her teas as she nodded.
I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting.
Rhys bowed his head to her. "If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake..." A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. "My own power would have consumed me long ago."
Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. "And if I had not met my mate..." His words failed him as silver lined his eyes.
He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have... The wait was worth it.
He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. "I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to... so I could find you." He kissed another tear away.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“This could be . . . a very bad idea," I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand.
"Oh, it most certainly is," Cassian said with a faint smile as we continued down and down into the heavy black and thrumming silence. "But this is war. We don't have the luxury of good ideas–only picking between the bad ones.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“As Cassian drew twin Illyrian blades, the sight of them like home, and said to Eris with lethal calm, “I suggest you drop my lady.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Stroking Feyre's cold hand, Nesta spoke into the timeless, frozen room, 'You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn't deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me, and...' Nesta looked at Feyre's face, Death a breath away from claiming it. She didn't stop the tears that ran down her cheeks as she squeezed Feyre's slender hand tighter. 'I love you, Feyre.'

She had never said the words aloud. To anyone.

'I love you,' Nesta whispered. 'I love you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Nesta is different from most people,' I explained. 'She comes across as rigid and vicious, but I think it's a wall. A shield. I think Nesta feels everything- sees too much; sees and feels it all. And she burns with it. Keeping that wall up helps from being overwhelmed, from caring too greatly.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“—Porque yo no querría morirme sola —respondí, y me tembló la voz cuando volví a mirar a Tamlin y me obligué a buscar sus ojos con los míos—. Porque me gustaría que alguien me sostuviera la mano hasta el final y un rato más después. Eso es algo que todo el mundo merece, inmortales y humanos.

–Capítulo 17, pág. 177”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“-given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less...alone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Rhys said to his mate, 'Feyre darling-'

'No good-byes,' Feyre panted. 'No good-byes, Rhys.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“So Nesta held her sister tightly, with Time halted around them, and she whispered, 'If you show me how to save her, you can have it back.'

The world paused. Worlds beyond their own paused.

Nesta buried her face in the cold sweat of Feyre's neck. She opened that place within herself, and said to the Mother, to the Cauldron, 'I'll give back what I took from you. Just show me how to save them- her and Rhysand and the baby.' Rhysand- her brother. That's what he was, wasn't he? Her brother, who had offered her kindness even when she knew he wanted to throttle her. And she him. and the baby... her nephew. Blood of her blood. She would save him, save them, even if it took everything. 'Show me,' she pleaded.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Of course I’ll dance with you,” Rhys said, his voice still raw. “All night, if you wish.”

“Even if I step on your toes?”

“Even then.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“He leaned in, brushing his mouth against my heated cheek. I closed my eyes at the whisper of a kiss, at the hunger that ravaged me in its wake, that might ravage Prythian. And all around us, as if the world itself were indeed falling apart, stars rained down.

Bits of stardust glowed on his lips as he pulled away, as I stared up at him, breathless, while he smiled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I was about to beg Rhys to fly me home when I caught the strands of music pouring from a group of performers outside a restaurant.

My hands slackened at my sides. A reduced version of the symphony I'd heard in a chill dungeon, when I had been so lost in terror and despair that I'd hallucinated- hallucinated as this music poured into my cell- and kept me from shattering.

And once more, the beauty of it hit me, the layering and swaying, the joy and peace.

They had never played a piece like it Under the Mountain- never this sort of music. And I'd never heard music in my cell save for that one time.

'You,' I breathed, not taking my eyes from the musicians playing so skilfully that even the diners had set down their forks in the cafe nearby. 'You sent that music into my cell. Why?'

Rhysand's voice was hoarse. 'Because you were breaking. And I couldn't find another way to save you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta's stare drifted to the paint flaking off the walls. The intricate little designs. Cassian followed her stare. 'Did Feyre paint that?'

Nesta swallowed, and managed to get out, 'She painted every chance she got. Any extra coins she managed to save went toward paints.'

'Have you ever seen what she's done to the cabin up in the mountains?'

'No.' She'd never been there.

'Feyre painted the whole thing. Just like this. She told me once that there's a dresser here...'

Nesta aimed for the bedroom. 'This one?' Cassian followed her, and gods, it was so cramped and dark and smelly. The bed was still covered with stained linens. The three of them had slept here for years.

Cassian ran a hand over the painted dresser, marvelling. 'She really did paint stars for herself before she knew Rhys was her mate. Before she knew he existed.' His fingers traced the twining vines of flowers on the second drawer. 'Elain's drawer.' They drifted lower, curling over a lick of flame. 'And yours.'

Nesta managed a grunt of confirmation, her chest tight to the point of pain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“She didn't remember a time when she hadn't been angry.
...
She couldn't quell this relentless, churning anger. Couldn't stop herself from lashing out before she could be wounded.

She was no better than a rabid dog. She had been a rabid dog with Amren and Feyre. A beast, exactly like Tamlin. She hadn't even cared that she'd made it down the House stairs at last- did it count, when it was driven by fury?

Did she count- was she worth being counted?

It was the question that sent everything crumpling inside her.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Her sister's eyes slid to her. Nesta swallowed, holding Feyre's gaze. She prayed that her sister could read the silent words on her face. I am sorry for what I said to you in Amren's apartment. I am truly sorry.

Feyre's eyes softened. And then, to Nesta's shock, Feyre answered in her mind, Don't worry about it.

Nesta steeled herself, shaking off her surprise. She'd forgotten that her sister was... What was the word? Daemati. Able to mind-speak, as Rhys could. Nesta said, heart thundering, I spoke in anger, and I'm sorry.

Feyre's pause was considerable. Then she said, the words like the first rays of dawn, I forgive you.

Nesta tried not to sag.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“He'd locked me in here.
He'd locked me in. He'd sealed me inside this house.

I was trapped.
I was trapped inside this house.
He'd trapped me in here; he locked me up.

He'd trapped me in here; he'd trapped me; he trapped me --

I had to get out, because, I'd barely escaped from another prison once before.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Strange for a mortal to be friends with two faeries," he mused, and began circling me. I could have sworn tendrils of star-kissed night trailed in his wake.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“So," he said wearily, "here we are, with the fate of our immortal worlds in the hands of an illiterate human." His laugh was unpleasant as he hung his head, cupping his forehead in a hand, and closed his eyes. "What a mess.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“You say the word tonight, and we come back here, no questions asked. And if you can't stomach working with me, with them, then no questions asked on that, either. We can find some other way for you to live here, be fulfilled, regardless of what I need. It's your choice, Feyre.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Cassian.

I forgot you can mind-speak.

Her laugh sounded. I can't decide whether I should be insulted or not. Perhaps I should be using the daemati gifts more often. She paused before saying, Are you all right?

I should be asking you that.

Rhys overreacted. He completely and utterly overreacted.

Cassian shook his head, though Feyre couldn't see it. I'm sorry you had to learn of it.

I'm not. I'm furious with all of you. I understand why you didn't tell me, but I'm furious.

Well, we're furious with Nesta.

She had the courage to tell me the truth.

She told you the truth to hurt you.

Perhaps. But she was the only one who said anything.

Cassian sighed through his nose. She... He thought it over. I think she saw the parallels between your situations and, in her own way, decide to avenge both of you.

That's my feeling, too. Rhys disagrees.

I wish you'd found out a different way.

Well, I didn't. But we'll face it together. All of us.

How can you be so calm about this?

The alternative is fear and panic. I will not let my son feel those things. I will fight for him, for us, until I no longer can.

Cassian's throat tightened. We'll fight for you, too.

I know. Feyre paused again. Rhys had no right to chase you from the city, or to threaten Nesta. He has realised that, and apologised. I want you to come back home. Both of you. Where did you even head off to?

The wilderness. Cassian looked over a shoulder, to where Nesta had been asleep for the past few hours, curled into a tight ball against the wall of rock. I think we'll stay out here for a few days. We're going to hike.

Nesta has never been on a hike in her life. I guarantee she will hate it.

Then tell Rhys this is her punishment. Because Rhys, despite apologising for his threats, would still be furious. Tell him that Nesta and I are going to hike, and she's going to hate it, but she comes home when I decide she's ready to come home.

Feyre was quiet for a long moment. He says that he knows he's supposed to say that's unnecessary, but to tell you he's secretly delighted.

Good. I am secretly glad to hear that.

Feyre laughed, and the sound was proof that she might have been hurt, startled by the news, but she was indeed adapting to it. Would not let it make her cower and cry. He didn't know why he'd expected any less of her.

Feyre said, Please take care of her, Cassian. And yourself.

Cassian glanced to the sleeping female nearly hidden in the shadows of the rock.

I will.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."

I couldn't explain about the hole that had already formed in my soul - didn't want to, so I just nodded.

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock - pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“love won't feed a hungry belly,”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Made—resurrected and given this new body by the seven High Lords of Prythian.”
― sarah j maas

“Why do you think I’m doing this?” He waved a hand to me.
“Because you’re a monster.”
He laughed. “True, but I’m also a pragmatist.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I felt him before he appeared, a spark of star-kissed joy flaring through me right as Rhys stepped out of the air itself. "Well?"

Cassian hopped off the boulder, extending a hand to help me down. "You're not going to like his asking price."

Rhys held out both hands to winnow us back to Velaris. "If he wants the fancy dinner plates, he can have them."

Neither Cassian nor I could muster a laugh as we both reached for Rhys's outstretched hands. "You better bring your bargaining skills tonight," was all Cassian muttered to my mate before we vanished into shadow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“He’d gone further than he should have. Rhys and Feyre’s orders had been specific: observe, but do not engage.

Yet, how could he not? How could he turn back when answers were so close? Even if their enemies were, too.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Splintered Harmony

“Even if Rhys, at the end...Even if he hadn't been exactly an enemy.
To Tamlim, yes. To every other court out there, yes. So few went over the borders of the Night Court and lived to tell. No one really knew what existed in the northernmost part of Prythian. - Feyre Archeron”
― Sarah J Mass

“He never woke when the nightmares dragged me from sleep; never woke when I vomited my guts up night after night. If he knew or heard, he said nothing about it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“It's not safe," Tamlin Said, again nudging his stallion into a walk. The horse's coat shone like a dark mirror, even in the shade of the stables. "Especially not for you".
He'd said that every time we had this argument; every time I begged him to let me go to the nearby village of High Fae to help rebuild.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I hated the bright dresses that had become my daily uniform, but didn't have the heart to tell Tamlin - not when he'd bought so many, not when he looked so happy to see me wear them.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury