Kings Cage Quotes & Sayings

Cal stares at the floor, silent for a long, stoic moment. "I never thought Maven would do that to her," he mutters finally. "She probably didn't either."
Then you're both stupid, my brain screams. How many times doe one wicked boy have to betray you people before you learn? — Victoria Aveyard

Hope is a critical thing. Without it, we are nothing. Hope shapes the will. The will shapes the world. I — Karen Marie Moning

The smell made it really hard to be friends with you."
"Probably why we stuck together. No one else could handle my stink or your attitude. — Victoria Aveyard

Another round," she goads, and holds out a hand for the cards. "I bet a week of laundry."
Across from us, Cal stops his preparatory stretching to snort. "You think Mare does laundry?"
"Do you, Your Highness?" I snap back, grinning. He just pretends not to hear me. — Victoria Aveyard

Locks or no locks, you're not going to cage me in. — Collette West

In order to butterfly kiss, does it require caterpillar lips? — Josh Stern

What good is envy? It's the one sin you can't have any fun at. — Charlie Munger

Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat. — Victoria Aveyard

Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proud than this one went.
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that's permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
And no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish, and men do,
I shall have only good to say of you. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

My baby she'll take a chance, my baby got a brand new dance, Wango Tango, Wango Tango. — Ted Nugent

We are silver houses of noble and ancient blood, allied with rebels, criminals, servants and thieves. Abilities or not, our ways of life stand in direct opposition. Our goals are not the same. The council chamber is a powder keg. If I'm lucky it will explode. Blow apart any threat of marriage. Destroy the cage they want to put me back in. — Victoria Aveyard

Here, too, the honorable finds its due
and there are tears for passing things; here, too,
things mortal touch the mind. — Virgil

Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this," he hisses through gritted teeth.
Swooning words. A romantic declaration. I can barely stop my eyes from rolling.
"Save it for when we get her back," I grumble. — Victoria Aveyard

Sometimes I can't look you in the eye; you're like a building that's burned out inside, with the outer wall still standing. — Anne Michaels

Cal stares ahead, as if his eyes alone can set the entire world on fire. I think he wants to. That would make this easier. — Victoria Aveyard

I know!" he growls back, his voice guttural. I wonder if all of his fire kind have eyes like his. Eyes that burn and smolder. — Victoria Aveyard

Politicians neither love nor hate. — John Dryden

The months have been good to Tiberias Calore. A life of war suits him. He seems vibrant and alive, even after narrowly escaping death on the walls. — Victoria Aveyard

The colonel looks eager, but Cal could not seem more reluctant. He keeps still, knowing that any twitch might betray his true feelings. The lack of movement is just as damning. "I'll see what I can come up with," he finally forces out. — Victoria Aveyard

How time packs new years over the old ones but how those old years are still in there, like the earliest, tightest rings centering a tree, the most hidden, enclosed in darkness and shielded from weather. But then a saw screams in and the tree topples and the circles are stricken by the sun and the sap glistens and the stump is laid open for the world to see. — Tom Franklin, Crooked Letter Crooked Letter

And his eyes are worst of all. Her eyes, Elara's eyes. Once I thought them cold, made of living ice. Now I know better. The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception. — Victoria Aveyard

What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope. — Victoria Aveyard

My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning. — Fernando Pessoa

He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. — William Shakespeare

Few things under heaven bring more benefit than the lessons learned from silence and the actions taken without striving. — Laozi