Was unhappiness really so invisible? Or did people simply prefer to turn away, as if from lepers?
He used to believe that to forgive was to allow an offense to go unpunished. Now he finally understood that forgiveness was not about the past, but the future.
They say that when an elemental mage called forth flame, she stole a little from every fire in the world. That would make Iolanthe Seabourn quite the thief.
Every story must have such a terrible moment, or it wouldn’t be interesting.
Do not undervalue what you are ultimately worth because you are at a momentary disadvantage.
For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but Light given from? What am I, but the beginning of Eternity?
A messy business, rescuing princes.
Worrying about outcomes over which I have no control is punishing myself before the universe has decided whether I ought to be punished.
To be thought of as the perfect woman for a man isn’t a compliment to a woman, it’s more about how a man sees himself – and what he needs.
Love was not blind, but it might mimic a deteriorating case of cataracts.
I will keep you safe,” he murmured. He meant it. As long as he was safe, she was safe. But how long would he remain safe?
You have been all my moments of grace.
There existed something in this world that bound a mage tighter than a blood oath: love. Love was the ultimate chain, the ultimate whip, and the ultimate slave driver.
At deception he means. Perhaps I am better than some, but every woman has a great deal of experience presenting herself as someone other than who she is, since no girl is ever everything the world wants her to be.
No matter what you decide, knowing you has been the greatest privilege of my life.
He felt as if he stood at the very top of a high cliff. Take a step back and all was safe and familiar. But going forward required a singular leap of faith – and he was a man of little faith, particularly when it came to himself. But he wanted her to look at him again as if he were full of possibilities. As if they were full of possibilities.
I try not to expect people to be who I wish them to be, rather than who they are.
He did not look like an archangel – if archangels looked as he did, there would be no women of virtue left in Paradise.
I do not like the idea of bartering the use of my reproductive system for a man’s support...
I am not “just” a girl – no woman is. And if Heaven has deposited me at this time and place, then I am meant to deal with these problems, no matter their scale or consequence.