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“So che non dovresti voler avere niente a che fare con me. Non te ne faccio una colpa. Ma tu sei l’unica, Scarlet. Sarai sempre l’unica.”
― Marissa Meyer, Scarlet

“Se lui avesse potuto dire il suo nome ancora una volta, a voce così bassa da poterla sentire invece che ascoltarla.Se lo avesse fatto, così piano da non permettere alla veglia di ricordarle perché quel suono non poteva più renderla felice.Se solo non avesse mai smesso di piovere.Eloise, sei sveglia?Sì, e non voglio.Sotto la mano il cuscino era fresco e morbido, negli spazi tra le sue dita se ne insinuavano altre, calde e dure perché abituate a riempire di lusinghe l'elsa di una spada, non solo la pelle di una donna. Prendeva la sua una mano fatta per accarezzare e per uccidere.Una mano che l'aveva accarezzata, e poi uccisa.«Axel».Forse c'era stato uno scatto di esultanza profonda, perché ridestandosi aveva pronunciato per prima cosa il suo nome.Qualcosa che aveva a che fare col possesso e il riconoscimento.Qualcosa di così profondo che, se non si fosse opposta, avrebbe finito per precipitarvi dentro.Qualcosa che tra loro due era sempre esistito.L'aveva accarezzata.A quanto le avevano raccontato, lui era stata la prima cosa del mondo su cui aveva aperto gli occhi. Un fagottino di neonata, avvolta tra le braccia di un bambinetto di tre anni appena, che sollevava di colpo le palpebre incontrando per la prima volta due occhi blu pieni di amore e trionfo fissi su di lei.E poi uccisa.Una cicatrice che si risvegliava pulsando, lo spettro di dolore di un arto amputato, che esisteva solo nel ricordo dei nervi e bruciava, bruciava come fuoco.Lui era sete, tanta da accettare di annegare pur di riuscire a bere.«Axel».«Sono qui».”
― Virginia De Winter, L'Ordine della spada

“A metà di una strada lo vide, la camicia candida e il mantello gettato sulle spalle; aveva perso la feluca e i capelli erano scompigliati. Senza staccare gli occhi da lei guardava la folla di braccia e mani tese per abbracciarlo o semplicemente toccarlo.
L'istante successivo non esisteva più alcuna strada o persona, non esisteva distanza, soltanto l'affondare il viso nei pizzi morbidi sul suo petto e le dita di una mano sul suo braccio, mentre quelle dell'altra sfioravano, incredule, la chiave d'oro appesa al suo collo. Poi la mano di Axel fu sulla sua schiena e l'altra si posò al lato del viso per costringerla con gentile fermezza a sollevarlo verso il suo.
«I miei privilegi, signora, non avete possibilità di negarmeli oggi.»
Il suo respirò la baciò ancora prima delle sue labbra.”
― Virginia De Winter, L'Ordine della spada

“«Questa vicenda mi ha fatto pensare molto. Amare è anche fuggire e poi interrompere a metà la corsa e sedersi sul ciglio della strada per aspettare che chi ti ha ferito così tanto venga a prenderti. Per Axel e me è stato così, e io non voglio arrivare alla fine della mia vita e accorgermi di aver lasciato indietro ciò che volevo veramente».”
― Virginia De Winter, L'ordine della penna

“Yes. There is one God, and he lives in the sky, and he hears all of us. It is just that here on earth, we are confused about how to believe in him. But what does it matter, as long as we trust he is there?”
― Kristin Harmel, The Sweetness of Forgetting

“Some days I wake up and think, How did I get here? It's like one day, you just realize you're not young anymore, and you already made your choices, and now it's too late to change anything.”
― Kristin Harmel, The Sweetness of Forgetting

“«Se non ci fermiamo adesso, temo che non ricorderò più come si fa a respirare». Dissi ansante, mentre Logan mi spingeva a scivolare sull’erba.
Con le mani contro il suo petto lo obbligai a indietreggiare, interrompendo quel momento che stava diventando spaventosamente intimo.
Avevo bisogno di fermarmi e tornare alla realtà, se non volevo rischiare di abbandonare ogni briciolo di pudore e razionalità in pieno giorno.
«Sei davvero sicura di voler ricordare come si fa a respirare?». Il sorriso da pirata che Logan sfoggiava facendosi un po’ più distante, mi incantò.”
― Glinda Izabel, Shades of Life

“Celaena shuddered. "This conversation's become far too awful to have after eating." she said, slumping against the pillows. "Tell me which one of your little cadre is the handsomest, and if he would fancy me."
Rowan choked. "The thought of you with any of my companions makes my blood run cold."
"They're that awful? Your kitty-cat friend looked decent enough."
Rowan's brows rose high. "I don't think my kitty-cat friend would know what to do with you-nor would any of the others. It would likely end in bloodshed." She kept grinning, and he crossed his arms. "They would likely have very little interest in you, as you'll be old and decrepit soon enough and thus not worth the effort it would take to win you."
She rolled her eyes. "Killjoy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
― William Shakespeare

“We live and breathe words. .... It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted--and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Perhaps ...
To R.A.L.

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel one more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of you.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet,
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.”
― Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth

“We spend too much time teaching girls to worry about what boys think of them. But the reverse is not the case. We don’t teach boys to care about being likable. We spend too much time telling girls that they cannot be angry or aggressive or tough, which is bad enough, but then we turn around and either praise or excuse men for the same reasons. All over the world, there are so many magazine articles and books telling women what to do, how to be and not to be, in order to attract or please men. There are far fewer guides for men about pleasing women.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

“A woman at a certain age who is unmarried, our society teaches her to see it as a deep personal failure. And a man, after a certain age isn’t married, we just think he hasn’t come around to making his pick.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists

“Leggiamo per porre rimedio alla nostra solitudine, anche se poi, di fatto, la nostra solitudine cresce parallelamente all'aumentare e all'approfondirsi delle nostre letture. Non riuscirei proprio a considerare il leggere come un vizio, ma va concesso che non si tratta neppure di una virtù.”
― Harold Bloom, Where Shall Wisdom Be Found?

“I want a place you hardly dare to even whisper. I want the bravery to not only read, but to do. I want a man, not a library boy. A man who is tall and witty and knows more about the world than you would ever dare dream.”
― Elise Kova, Air Awakens

“I am going to go into this world, and I don't care if you and your narrow mind cannot be a part of it.”
― Elise Kova, Air Awakens

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“She is my mate. And my spy,' I said too quietly. 'And she is the High Lady of the Night Court.'
'What?' Mor whsipered.
I caressed a mental finger down that bond now hidden deep, deep within us, and said, 'If they had removed her other glove, they would have seen a second tatoo on her right arm. The twin to the other. Inked last night, when we crept out, found a priestess, and I swore her in as my High Lady.' (...) 'Not consort, not wife. Feyre is High Lady of the Night Court.' My equal in every way; she would wear my crown, sit on a throne beside mine. Never sidelined, never designated to breeding and parties and child rearing. My queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”
― Azra Tabassum

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

“What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked.
"A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“There are no gods left to watch, I’m afraid. And there are no gods left to help you now, Aelin Galathynius.'
Aelin smiled, and Goldryn burned brighter. 'I am a god.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“And far away, across the snow-covered mountains, on a barren plain before the ruins of a once-great city, a flower began to bloom”
― Sarah J. Maas, Kingdom of Ash

“Long live the queen.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows