Throne Of Glass Quotes & Sayings

She was shaking so badly that she tucked her hands into her pockets and clamped her lips together to lock up the words.
But they danced in her skull anyway, around and around.
You should have gotten Dorian and Sorscha out the day the king butchered those slaves. Did you learn nothing from Nehemia's death? Did you somehow think you could win with your honor intact, without sacrificing something? You shouldn't have left him; how could you let him face the king alone? How could you, how could you, how could you? — Sarah J. Maas

You're going to keep a low profile throughout the entire competition ... You're going to stay solidly in the middle, where no one will look your way, because you're not a threat, because they'll think that you'll be eliminated sooner or later, and they should focus their attention on getting rid of bigger, stronger, faster champions like Cain.
'But you're going to outlast them,' Chaol continued. 'And when they wake up the morning of the final duel and find that you are their opponent, and that you have beaten them, the look on their faces will make all of the insults and lack of attention worthwhile. — Sarah J. Maas

Right," Chaol said. "So you're just ... memorizing that information now?"
"If you're suggesting that I have no reason to be here and to leave, then tell me to go."
"I'm just trying to figure out what's so boring that you dozed off 10 minutes ago."
She propped herself up onto her elbows. "I did not!"
His eyebrows rose. "I heard you snoring."
"You're a liar, Chaol Westfall." She threw her paper at him at ploppedback on the couch. "I only closed my eyes for a minute."
He shook his head again and went back to work.
Celaena blushed. "I didn't really snore, did I?"
His face was utterly serious as he said, "Like a bear. — Sarah J. Maas

He found her beautiful, if a bit strange and sour. It was something in the way that her eyes sparked when she looked at something lovely in the landscape. He couldn't understand it. — Sarah J. Maas

He was done with politics and intrigue. He loved her, and no empire, no king, and no earthly fear would keep him from her. No, if they tried to take her from him, he'd rip the world apart with his bare hands. And for some reason, that didn't terrify him. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin hissed, Need I remind you Captain, that you went to Endovier and did not blink at the slaves and the mass graves? Need I remind you that I was starved and chained and you let Duke Perrington force me to the ground at Dorian's feet while you did nothing? And now you have the nerve to accuse me of not caring, when many of the people in this city have profited off the blood and misery of the very people you ignored? — Sarah J. Maas

She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire. — Sarah J. Maas

From tears to sass in a few minutes. I'm glad the month apart hasn't dimmed your usual good spirits. — Sarah J. Maas

The Wing Leader said from behind her, "Do you believe monsters are born, or made?"
From what she'd seen today, she would say some creatures were very much born evil. But what Manon was asking ... "I'm not the one who needs to answer that question." Elide said. — Sarah J. Maas

Chaol had been right. She'd missed the target by six inches to the left, — Sarah J. Maas

I read what I like. — Sarah J. Maas

He did not recognize the guards standing watch at the gates he had once protected so proudly, the gates he had ridden through not even a year ago with an assassin newly freed from Endovier, her chains tied to his saddle.
Now she led him in chains through those gates, an assassin one last time. — Sarah J. Maas

They had slept in the shelter of the ruins, though neither of them really got true rest. — Sarah J. Maas

She brought her mouth close to his ear. "My name is Celaena Sardothien," she whispered. "But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me." She smiled at him as she stood. He just stared up at her, his bloody nose leaking down the side of his cheek. She took the handkerchief from her pocket and dropped it on his chest. "You can keep that," she said before she walked off the veranda. — Sarah J. Maas

Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry. — Sarah J. Maas

When she awoke every morning, she repeated the same words: I will not be afraid. — Sarah J. Maas

It was a voice she had heard before, deep and raspy. It made her bones crack and splinter, made her feel the astonishing cold of a winter long since passed. — Sarah J. Maas

Her heart stopped when Chaol entered instead. — Sarah J. Maas

I heard a story," Aedion drawled to Rowan, "that you killed an enemy warlord using a table."
"Please,"Aelin said. "Who the hell told you that?"
"Quinn-your uncle's Captain of the Guard. He was an admirer of Prince Rowan's. He knew all the stories."
Aelin slid her eyes to Rowan, who smirked, bracing his sparring stick on the floor. "You can't be serious," she said. "What-you squashed him to death like a pressed grape? — Sarah J. Maas

Magic makes people dangerous. — Sarah J. Maas

I got the idea for 'Throne of Glass' when I was sixteen. Music always inspires my books, and when I was listening to the 'Cinderella' soundtrack, I thought, 'What if Cinderella was actually an assassin who liked getting dressed up all pretty and going to the ball, but then she wouldn't mind kicking butt?' — Sarah J. Maas

I name you Elentiya." She kissed the assassin's brow. "I give you this name to use with honour, to use when other names grow too heavy. I name you Elentiya, 'Spirit That Could Not Be Broken. — Sarah J. Maas

They passed a series of wooden doors that she'd seen a few minutes ago. If she wanted to escape, she simply had to turn left at the next hallway and take the stairs down three flights. The only thing all the intended disorientation had accomplished was to familiarize her with the building. Idiots. — Sarah J. Maas

I'm impressed you got up here so quickly - and without a pack of court ladies hounding after you. Perhaps you should try your hand at being an assassin." He shook the hair out of his face.
"I'm not interested in court ladies," he said thickly, and kissed her. — Sarah J. Maas

We are the masters of our own fates - we decide how we go forward. — Sarah J. Maas

There was a thing waiting in the darkness.
It was ancient, and cruel, and paced in the shadows ... — 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

You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if you only dared. — Sarah J. Maas

We each survive in our own way. — Sarah J. Maas

Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak — Sarah J. Maas

You always wear that necklace," he said. "Is it another gift?" Though she wore gloves, he glanced at her hand - where the amethyst ring always sat - and the spark died from his eyes.
"No." She covered the amulet with her hand. "I found it in my jewellery box and liked the look of it, you insufferably territorial man. — Sarah J. Maas

She'd survived Endovier, yet she could still laugh. — Sarah J. Maas

Chaol," he said, looking over his shoulder. Dorian's eyes were frozen, his jaw clenched. "Treat her well. — Sarah J. Maas

I've never taken a woman on a beach," - Rowan Whitethorn — Sarah J. Maas

At the sound of the word, she saw a land of pine and snow, of sun-bleached cliffs and white-capped seas, a land where light was swallowed in the velvety green of bumps and hollows - a land that she had forgotten. — Sarah J. Maas

She lifted her eyes to his face, and found his gaze lined with silver. "Get up," was all he said. — Sarah J. Maas

One day. I am going to marry you. I'll be generous and let you pick when, even if it's ten years from now. Or twenty. But one day, you are going to be my wife. — Sarah J. Maas

That gods-damned nightgown. — Sarah J. Maas

Religion neither convinced nor moved him. — Sarah J. Maas

Libraries were full of ideas - perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons. — Sarah J. Maas

Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are as freshets of effulgences. That unblinkingly vivid Japanese sun seems the blazing focus of the glassy ocean's immeasurable burning-glass. The sky looks lacquered; clouds there are none; the horizon floats; and this nakedness of unrelieved radiance is as the insufferable splendors of God's throne. — Herman Melville

Hw would probably have been even more scandalised to learn I'm not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress.' - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius — Sarah J. Maas

The girl who'd taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who'd stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who'd sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over Avery, the girl who'd felt alive with possibility ... that girl was gone. — Sarah J. Maas

By the Wyrd Throne of Glass Series — Sarah J. Maas

And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha — Sarah J. Maas

She had no idea when she'd stopped loathing him so much. — Sarah J. Maas

Something evil dwells in this castle, something wicked enough to make the stars quake. — Sarah J. Maas

Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic. — Sarah J. Maas

Are you ashamed of what I've done?" she dared to ask.
His brow creased. "Why would you ever think that?"
She couldn't quite look him in the eye as she ran a finger down the blanket. "Are you?"
Aedion was silent long enough that she lifted her head - but found him gazing toward the door, as though he could see through it, across the city, to the captain. When he turned to her, his handsome face was open - soft in a way she doubted many ever saw. "Never," he said. "I could never be ashamed of you. — Sarah J. Maas

She sits on the iron throne
She is one and three
The dark lady
the redgold lady
The blank lady
oracle
of blood, she who must be
obeyed
forever
Her glass wings are gone
She floats down the river
singing her last song — Margaret Atwood

She could handle if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.
Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt- or worse- made her willing to rick just about anything. — Sarah J. Maas

He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they'd met, when he'd understood that the prince was his brother in soul. I love you. — Sarah J. Maas

Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol. — Sarah J. Maas

Sonnet: Political Greatness
Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,
Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame;
Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,
History is but the shadow of their shame,
Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts
As to oblivion their blind millions fleet,
Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery
Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit
By force or custom? Man who man would be,
Must rule the empire of himself; in it
Must be supreme, establishing his throne
On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy
Of hopes and fears, being himself alone. — Percy Bysshe Shelley

We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius — Sarah J. Maas

Why would a pretty thing like that marry a guard? — Sarah J. Maas

How'd you remember my brother's name?" She shrugged, not quite understanding the gleam in his eye. "You told me. Why wouldn't I remember it? — Sarah J. Maas

Holy gods. He'd frozen the whole damn lake. He was THAT powerful? — Sarah J. Maas

. . . You're alive today because of that training, boyo — Sarah J. Maas

I'd hate for you to waste away into nothing. It'd be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life. — Sarah J. Maas

'Throne of Glass' readers tend to be passionate, talented, clever, and welcoming - in fact, I'm consistently moved by just how welcoming 'TOG' readers are to new fans. — 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

For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and bones. And in the dark, she remembered. — Sarah J. Maas

You're a girl?"
"Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older. — Sarah J. Maas

One last time - you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can bury Celaena Sardothien forever. — Sarah J. Maas

James Horner, James Newton Howard, John Williams, Hans Zimmer, Michael Giacchino, or Ramin Djawadi would all be a dream come true for a 'Throne of Glass' soundtrack. — Sarah J. Maas

Her heart was raw and trembling, and the darkness faded. — Sarah J. Maas

What terrified him even more was that he trusted her. And he didn't know what that said about himself. — Sarah J. Maas

Aelin took a step forward.
One step, as if in a daze.
She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her - a sob.
And then she was sprinting down the alley, flying as though the winds themselves pushed at her heels.
She flung herself on the male, crashing into him hard enough that anyone else might have gone rocking back into the stone wall.
But the male grabbed her to him, his massive arms wrapping around her tightly and lifting her up. Nesryn made to approach, but Aedion stopped her with a hand on her arm.
Aelin was laughing as she cried, and the male was just holding her, his hooded head buried in her neck. As if he were breathing her in.
"Who is that?" Nesryn asked.
Aedion smiled. "Rowan. — Sarah J. Maas

I want a husband to warm my bed, and my bed alone. — Sarah J. Maas

If the Vaults were the heart of Rifthold's underworld, then the glass castle was the soul of Adarlan's empire. — 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

At this very moment Pablo Sanchez happened to be sitting in the ditch at the side of the road, wishing he had a cigarette and a glass of wine. Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God. Pablo — John Steinbeck

My name is Sam Cortland... and I will not be afraid. — Sarah J. Maas

To four years until freedom," she said lifting her glass.
He raised his in salute. "To you, Celaena."
Their eyes met, and Chaol didn't hide his smile as she grinned at him. Perhaps four years with her might not be enough. — Sarah J. Maas