Quotes from Holly Black

Only in my dreams has Cardan ever been like this. Begging. Miserable. Powerless.

I think he was flirting with me. I don't even remember deciding to hit him.

When I wipe off a silver mirror with my hand and see myself dressed in a dead faerie's clothes, a shudder goes through me. Suddenly, I do not know why I am here in this place. I am not sure of Locke's intentions.

A medida que nos hacemos mayores, las cosas van cambiando. Y por mucho que anhele ese cambio, también me da miedo.

Instead of being afraid I would become fear

When I rise, though, I strap on my new sword. It is cold and solid in my hands, heavy as a promise.

He ought to have been taught better than to let his emotions show on his face. Instead, he assumed that others would care about his feelings, so he didn't bother to hide them.

She is beautiful but unnerving to look at

Un libro, en el desván. Trata sobre seres fantásticos, fantásticos pero reales. Fijaos qué feos son.

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

I knew what he was, I try to tell myself. I saw the blood crusted on his red cap. If I let myself forget, then more fool me

I became a snarling beast, clawing and biting, barely aware of anything but pain.

He looks at me and blinks, as through a fog. 'This is an absolutely terrible idea,' he says with a kind of amazement in his voice.

At least Oak would not grow up as I have, with death as my birthright

It's you I love,'' he says. ''I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.'' He walks to the door to the royal chambers as though to end the conversation. ''You probably guessed as much,'' he says. ''But just in case you didn't.

Il s'avère qu'après avoir embrassé quelqu'un, la possibilité d'un baiser plane en permanence

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.

On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens. —Henry Ward Beecher

That's not how I'd thought of myself, as a runaway. I was someone with nowhere to go. Waiting until I was older. Or less afraid. Or more powerful.

that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

He pushes himself to standing and offers me his arm. 'Come, let us charm and confound our subjects.

I remember his words from the revel: Do you love me enough to give me up? Isn't that a test of love? I guess she passed the test, and I failed.

no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads. Choose one way and a monster rends your flesh. Choose another and your heart turns to stone, or fire, or glass.

It was about this, wasn't it? He knew. They all knew." I think of Nicasia sitting at Locke's dining table, seeming for a moment to take me into her confidence. He ruins things. That's what he likes. To ruin things