Marielle > Marielle's Quotes

“You are in every line I have ever read.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Just know, Briana Matthews," he says, "that you are worth this and more.”
― Tracy Deonn, Bloodmarked

“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

“Nina, little red bird. Don't go.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Only...ever...you.”
― Karin Slaughter, Beyond Reach

“Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. O God bless you, God forgive you!”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“There you are.”
― Rachel Gillig, Two Twisted Crowns

“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“Whatever you are made of, Charlotte Regan, I am made of it, too.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“If this is what it is to burn, he thought, then I will be worth more as scattered ash than any of my unscathed pieces.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“I want to meet you in every place I have loved.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.”
― Victoria Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

“Daughter, student, whore- they change you into whatever they need you to be. Choose for yourself. For once in your life.”
― Grady Hendrix, Witchcraft for Wayward Girls

“You’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason. No right to take away their life and freedom. Those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking. Winning a war doesn’t give you that right. Having more weapons doesn’t give you that right. Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Whatever I am, let it be enough”
― V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

“And try not to look down on people who had to choose between death and disgrace.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

“You’ll look like this one day,” she said. “They hate us enough. Don’t hate yourselves, too.”
― Grady Hendrix, Witchcraft for Wayward Girls

“She is in all of his spaces and all of his thoughts. He contemplates formulas and degrees of rationality and they all turn into her. He thinks about time, which has only recently begun, or at least now feels different. He thinks: the Babylonians were wrong; time is made of her.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“With electroreception, Lewis hoped to sense her, know her, and love her even thousands of miles away in the ocean. Nothing he read indicated that electroception extended further than a couple yards. But maybe, he thought, maybe if I practiced, I would never really have to say goodbye. When Lewis finally came to bed, he took sleeping Wren’s hand in his and closed his eyes, seeing if he could sense her electrical field. “What… What are you doing?” she asked groggily. “Just seeing what it’s like to love you when I can’t see you.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Want is for children. If this were want, I would be rid of you by now. I would have forgotten you centuries ago,” he says, a bitter loathing in his voice. “This is need. And need is painful but patient. Do you hear me, Adeline? I need you. As you need me. I love you, as you love me.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“If I were dead and buried and those feet walked over my grave, I would know those footsteps.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Ragpicker King

“He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”
― Victoria Schwab, Vicious

“Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick.”
― Victoria Schwab, Vicious

“You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”
― Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places