Celaena Sardothien Quotes

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Sarah J. Maas
“How long was I asleep?" she whispered. He didn't respond.
"How long was I asleep?" she asked again, and noticed a hint of red in his cheeks.
"You were asleep, too?"
"Until you began drooling on my shoulder.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.”
Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

Sarah J. Maas
“I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you."
Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
Her eyes stung but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not destroying, I'm creating.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.

She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache.

Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

Sarah J. Maas
“Where will we go?"
"I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.”
Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

Sarah J. Maas
“She had lied to him. She had wanted to save lives, yes. But she had gone out there with no intention of saving her own.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“His breath was warm on her neck as he bent his head, resting his cheek against her hair. Her heart beat so quickly, and yet she felt utterly calm—as if she could have stayed there forever and not minded, stayed there forever and let the world fall apart around them. She pictured his fingers, pushing against that line of chalk, reaching for her despite the barrier between them.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“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

Sarah J. Maas
“He won every game, yet she hardly noticed. As long as she hit the ball, it resulted in shameless bragging. When she missed - well, even the fires of Hell couldn't compare to the rage that burst from her mouth. He couldn't remember a time when he'd laugh so hard.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. 'Get up', she said softly.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

Sarah J. Maas
“My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered, "and I will not be afraid.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

Sarah J. Maas
“Aelin Galathynius had raised an army not just to challenge Morath, but to rattle the stars.”
Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

Sarah J. Maas
“Because she wasn't human, Chaol realized, gaping at her from where he still crouched over Fleetfoot.
No - she wasn't human at all.
Celaena was Fae.”
Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

Sarah J. Maas
“Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. As if she'd lose her bearings that easily.

She might have been insulted if he wasn't trying so hard.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“Are you married?”
“No.”
She picked at her nails. “I'm not married, either.”
Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

Sarah J. Maas
“What's your name?" he asked above the roar of the music.

She leaned close. "My name is Wind," she whispered. "And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song."

He chuckled a low, delightful sound. She was drunk and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.

"I have no name," she purred. "I am whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be."

He grasped her by her wrist, running a thumb along the sensitive sknin underneath. "Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Underworld

Sarah J. Maas
“This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

Sarah J. Maas
“In every way that counted, I failed him.”
Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

Sarah J. Maas
“And then," Ress was saying, his boyish face set with fiendish delight, "just as he got her into bed, stark naked as the day he was born, her father walked in"- winces and groans came from the guards, even Chaol himself-"and he dragged him out of bed by his feet, took him down the hall, and dumped him down the stairs. He was shrieking like a pig the whole time."

Chaol leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "You would be, too, if someone were dragging your naked carcass across the ice-cold floor." He smirked as Ress tried to deny it. Chaol seemed so comfortable with the men, his body relaxed, eyes alight. And they respected him, too-always glancing at him for approval, for confirmation, for support. As Celaena's chuckle faded, Chaol looked at her, his brows high.

"You're one to laugh. You moan about the cold floor more than anyone else than I know."

She straightened as the guards gave hesitant smiles. "If I recall correctly, you complain about every time I wipe the floor with you when we spar."

"Oho!" Ress cried, and Chaol's brows rose higher. Celaena gave him a grin.

"Dangerous words," Chaol said. "Do we need to go to the training hall to see if you can back them up?"

"Well, as long as your men don't object to seeing you knocked on your ass."

"We certainly do not object to that," Ress crowed. Chaol shot him a look, more amused than warning.

Ress quickly added, "Captain.”
Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

Sarah J. Maas
“He removed her hand from his cheek to kiss the tips of her fingers. “I get scared, too,” he murmured onto her skin. “You want to hear something ridiculous? Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”
It was her turn to raise her brows. “And that actually works?”
He laughed onto her fingers. “Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. But it usually makes me feel better to some degree. Or it just makes me laugh at myself a bit.”
Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin's Blade

Sarah J. Maas
“Celaena walked and walked, until she found herself by the tree-lined shore of a lake, glaringly bright in the midday sun. She figured it was as good a spot as any as she crumpled to the mossy bank, as her arms wrapped tight around herself and she bowed over her knees.
There was nothing that could be done to fix her. And she was...she was...
A whimpering noise came out of her, lips trembling to hard she had to clamp down to keep the sound inside.
--
She vaguely felt the light shifting on the lake. Vaguely felt the sighing wind, warm as it brushed against her damp cheeks. And heard, so soft it was as if she dreamed it, a woman's voice whispering, Why are you crying, Fireheart?...
"Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

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