"And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him."
- Sarah J. Maas
"So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre."
"Say it,” I gritted out.“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate."
"If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldn't stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate my mate my mate."
"I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am."
"A snap of Rhys’s fingers, and my nightclothes—and some flimsy underthings—appeared on the bed. “I couldn’t decide which scrap of lace I wanted you to wear, so I brought you a few to choose from.” “Pig..."
"Amren,” Rhys drawled, “sends her regards. And as for this one … ” I tried not to flinch away from meeting his stare. “She’s mine,” he said quietly, but viciously enough that Devlon and his warriors ne..."
"I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend."
"Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him."Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all."
"The great joy and honour of my life has been to know you. To call you my family. And I am grateful - more than I can possibly say - that I was given this time with you all"