Brave Quotes

“Look at me.”
Slowly, his gaze lifted to me. “I’m looking at you, Sweetness. Always am, even when my eyes aren’t on you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Tink looked over at Ren. “Wait. Have you two stopped fighting? Oh my Queen Mab, you guys are in love again!”
My eyes widened as I glanced around, seeing that several of the strangers were watching us with detached interest. “Tink . . .”
“We were never not together,” Ren said, dropping his arm over my shoulders.
The blue and red bag slipped to the floor as he clapped his hands like an overexcited seal. “You guys are! This is amazing.”
“Tink,” I said again, this time with a little more force behind his name.
“Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.”
“For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.”
Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.”
“Shut up,” I hissed.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Tink was there … Slung over his shoulder was a…Wonder Woman backpack. I parted from Ren, walking up to him. “Where did you get that?”
“I stole it from a little fae girl.” He paused. “Hashtag thug life.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“if Ivy doesn’t come out of this, laughing her laugh, smiling up at me as she’s walking out of this damn room, I will burn this motherfucker down with all of you in it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“You are so many amazing things, Ivy, but most of all, you are so damn brave.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I love you, Ivy. You know that? There’s only been you. There will only be you. I love you so fucking much.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Tink,” I snapped. “I didn’t ask you to come out here to talk about Ren.”
“But I want to talk about him. You guys barely spoke to each other in there. That’s weird.”
I took a deep breath. “I know. We had a fight last night, but it’ll be okay. It’ll be fine.”
“What?” Concern flashed across his face. “Like a big fight? Or a small one? Oh my God, are you two breaking up? Who will I live with?”
“Who will you live with?” I gaped up at him. “You’re not twelve and you’re not our kid.”
“But I need to be taken care of. Loved. I need access to Amazon Prime.”
“Then get a job, Tink. You look human enough to do it.”
“A job?” Absolute horror filled his face. “The loss of blood must’ve done something to your brain because you’re out of your mind.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I’m still traumatized by the fact you were about to become a live action porno right in front of me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I still love you. I’m still right here with you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I smiled as I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his. I was brave, and I had my entire life to be brave. I love you, I whispered.

Ren’s lips curved into a grin against mine. Prove it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“My mouth dropped open. Oh my God, it was like having a conversation with a ruder Tink. Who, by the way, was practically shimmying with excitement as he leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I like this guy. I really like him. Can I keep him?”
The Summer Prince heard him, and interest sparked in his pale blue eyes. “I’ve never been kept by a brownie before, but … I’ve heard things. Interesting things.”
I so needed an adult right now, but the adults were all staring at the ceiling, pretending like a live version of Fae Tinder wasn’t going down right in front of us.
Tink straightened. “Do tell.”
Fabian stepped toward us. “Is it true that a brownie’s co—”
“Okay,” Ren stepped in, apparently to Tanner’s relief by the look on his face. “Let’s get back on topic. You were talking about how Ivy isn’t a special snowflake.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Ren’s hand slipped and curled around the nape of my neck. “I love you, Ivy. I think you’re beautiful and sexy as hell. You’re funny and so damn intelligent that sometimes I don’t feel worthy.”
“Ren,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears as I placed my hand on his chest.
“And I admire the fuck out of you,” Ren continued, his voice thickening. “You are so many amazing things, Ivy, but most of all, you are so damn brave.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I’d rather have you pissed off at me for the rest of your very long life than to allow the world’s brightest fucking star to go out. You can hate me today and tomorrow, but at least you’ll have a tomorrow, and I’ll make damn sure you have a whole bunch of them to be angry with me.” Oh”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I Looked at Ren. his gaze met mine. He winked. One side of my lips kicked up. ‘I love you.’
‘Prove it to me later.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Who is this?” the stranger demanded, staring at me like an insect under a microscope.

Tanner rose from behind the desk, but before he could introduce me, Tink stepped forward, coming to stand next to me. “She’s Buffy with the bad hair.”

Slowly, I turned and looked up at him. “Buffy with the bad hair?”

He nodded eagerly, glancing at the stranger. “Yeah, like it’s a combination of Buffy and Beyonce, the two greatest females of all time. You’re like Buffy. Bad ass. But you’re not Becky with the good hair. You have bad hair. We all know that.”

I stared at him. “My hair isn’t that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad.” Tink’s eyes glimmered. “You definitely aren’t a Becky.”

“I think it’s a compliment to not be a Becky,” Ren chimed in, and when I looked over at him, amusement danced in his eyes. “But I’m pretty sure that being a Becky isn’t just about hair.”

I hated all of them. Seriously.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I can’t believe you’re in the gym again,” Tink went on, stepping aside. “Why are you in here running so much? Are you preparing for the impending zombie apocalypse that I know nothing about? Because if you are, we need to find the nearest redneck to become best friends with, one that is hot in a dirty, rugged way. You know, the kind that probably smells like sweat and man, one with a complex background that makes you hate him at first, but slowly, over time, you grow to love him.”

I stared at him. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this.”

“I have. I like to be prepared. Since we’re in the south, it shouldn’t be hard to find one. So, why are you in the gym so much?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“You silly little girl. You speak as if you’re a special snowflake, unique and one of a kind.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I’m about to shove these idle hands so far up your ass, you’ll think you’ve become a puppet.” “You know what?” Ren leaned forward, lowering his voice”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“I’d rather have you pissed off at me for the rest of your very long life than to allow the world’s brightest fucking star to go out. You can hate me today and tomorrow, but at least you’ll have a tomorrow, and I’ll make damn sure you have a whole bunch of them to be angry with me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Who you were before and what you did is not who you are now and what you’re going to do.” I dragged my thumb under his lip. “Both of us have done things we wished we hadn’t, and I like to think that we wouldn’t have done those things if we had known differently. We are not who we used to be.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Stop.” He leaned in, eye to eye with me. “We can’t go back and change what we did. We’ve got to live with that and deal with it. Doesn’t mean it’s easier to deal with. Just means we’ve got to.” I found myself nodding again, because he was right. We couldn’t change what we did or didn’t do. “We can only change what we’re going to do.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Thank the faery lords and ladies, I will not be a product of a split home.” “For the last time, we are not your parents, Tink.” I shook my head as I started to turn but stopped. “Pick up your bag.” Ren leaned in as Tink snatched the bag off the floor. “You sound like his mom.” “Shut up,” I hissed.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“Ren’s voice thickened. “I’d rather have you pissed off at me for the rest of your very long life than to allow the world’s brightest fucking star to go out. You can hate me today and tomorrow, but at least you’ll have a tomorrow, and I’ll make damn sure you have a whole bunch of them to be angry with me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave

“—También te oí gemir —añadió Fabian—. Parecías un alce pastando.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Valiente

“Someone is shooting at them!” Tink all but flailed behind me. “Let me out. Oh my Queen Mab, let me out!” He rattled the door handle. “I am so going to kill them shooting at my new friends! I’m going to go full Tink on them!”

“You hit the childproof locks?” I asked.

“Damn straight.” Ren whipped around. “I need both of you to stay in this damn car until we know what the hell we are dealing with.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Brave