Top 200 Rebecca Ross Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “You are fragile yet you are resilient. You hope even when their should be none.”

— Rebecca Ross

152. “Ah, my old beloved enemy.”

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153. “To live your life you have forged yourself to be as strong as possible. You have made yourself like a blade that is hammered over fire and quenched in water. Day after day. But there is nothing weak in being soft, in being gentle.”

— Rebecca Ross

154. “Let me be your secret, then. Tuck my words into your pocket. Let them be your armor.”

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155. “I don’t want to fight with half a heart, but all of it.”

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156. “If I found someone else who had the same desire, I would ask her to stay with me. And we could grow old together. They could bury me at her side when I die, and I would be content in the afterlife.” “Then I hope that happens for you,” Matilda whispered. “I hope that you find her.”

— Rebecca Ross

157. “Has anyone ever told you that you squint when you lie?” His scowl only deepened. “No, but only because no one has spent as much time looking at me as you do, Winnow.”

— Rebecca Ross

158. “One day, I would perish, and she would live on, endless as the stars. But if we were doomed, then let us fully embrace it.”

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159. “But Matilda moved like smoke on the river. She came between me and the darkness. And she took the arrow that should have been mine.”

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160. “I would love to see you burn with splendor. I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”

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161. “Agreed. Let us dare to change the tides. Write to me and fill my empty spaces.”

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162. “I’m Prairie,” the girl said, glancing at Iris. “Like the grass.” “I’m Iris. Like an eyeball.”

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163. “Do you think we could live in a world made only of those things? Death and pain and horror? Loss and agony? It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. Iris, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have.”

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164. “But all good things eventually came to an end. And all songs had a final verse.”

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165. “If you had touched me today, Kitt. I don’t think I could’ve hidden it anymore. Who you are to me. Who I am to you.”

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166. “I want to touch you.”

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167. “He came between me and Death, taking wounds that were supposed to be mine.”

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168. “Iris blushed when Roman held up his hand. “I’m the lucky one.”

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169. “She said, “I think you’ve made me brave, Kitt.” His breath escaped him, a tenuous unspooling, as if he had been holding it in years for her. “My Iris,” he said, “there is no question that you are the brave one, all on your own.”

— Rebecca Ross

170. “Movement was destined to be my armor. I was not fully an Underling, and nor was I a full-blooded Skyward. I was both, and this had never happened before. I was Matilda alone.”

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171. “You have crept into my stone of a heart and softened me, to my immense dismay and utter astonishment.”

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172. “Oh, I would betray you a hundredfold,” he said, his voice rising. “I would betray you a thousandfold for her.”

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173. “Marry me, Iris Elizabeth Winnow,” Roman whispered, drawing back to look at her. “I want to spend all my days and all my nights with you. Marry me.”

— Rebecca Ross

174. “Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine.”

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175. “This is the beginning of the end, I thought. If heartless gods can be made soft by such love, we are all doomed.”

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176. “I’m becoming a girl made of regrets.”

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177. “You crave sleep, even as it makes you vulnerable. You dream to make sense of the world you are in.”

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178. “I betrayed you,” Roman began, “because I love her.”

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179. “I was only thinking how strange it is. To think how many people we cross paths with in our lives. How someone like me has found someone like you.”

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180. “Could a girl become a wildflower patch, resurrected every spring and summer only to wilt and fade come the sting of frost? Could she become the foam of the sea that rolled over the coast for an eternity, or a flame that danced in a hearth? A winged being of the wind, sighing over the hills?”

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181. “If you die in this trench,” Iris said, “then I die with you. Do you understand? If you choose to simply sit here, I’ll have no choice but to drag you until Dacre arrives. Now, come on.”

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182. “How utterly sobering it was, then, to realize how seldom daydreams like that aligned with reality.”

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183. “I’ll wait here,” Roman said. “Until you make it safely inside.”

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184. “She thought of Carver, but she fell asleep to the metallic song of Roman Kitt’s typing.”

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185. “How could he mourn something that he couldn’t remember? Roman wondered if there was a word to describe such a feeling, for the way it gathered on his shoulders like snow. Cold and soft and infinite, melting as a soon as he touched it.”

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186. “They see all the times you’ve made mistakes, all the times you’ve failed, all the times you’ve hurt them or disappointed them. As if that is all you will ever be in their eyes. How do you change something like that? How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?”

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187. “Let me be not loved but feared.”

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188. “All this time she had been telling herself to let go, let go. But there was beauty and strength in the holding on.”

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189. “It seemed to take forever, but I suppose when you are waiting for something to happen, the minutes feel as long and heavy as years.”

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190. “She was broken by what could have been. By what now would never be.”

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191. “Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine. A shiver coursed through him as he looked up at the moon and the stars. He remembered everything.”

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192. “Indeed, she thought she had recovered from most of the trauma she had experienced, letting it hollow her out. But perhaps it had only been buried. Perhaps she had shoved it down to dark forgotten places and it had grown roots while she had been sleeping.”

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193. “One person. One piece of armor. I’ll strive for this.”

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194. “You will regret breaking my bones. You will regret ever taking Iris from my mind. You will release something from my marrow that you will wish you had never touched.”

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195. “You remember how you said that word to me in the infirmary, post-trenches? You believed I had come to the Bluff to outshine you. And I would speak this word back to you now, but only because I would love to see you burn with splendor. I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”

— Rebecca Ross

196. “As well as fly into the strong wind of a storm, rather than having to avoid it and head to the shore like other birds would do,” Marisol said, snapping wrinkles from a blanket she found in the crate. “It’s safer for them to fly toward the storm than away from it, as counterintuitive as that may seem to us. But they can soar for thousands of kilometers without ever touching land, and they know their strengths. They lean into them in times of trouble.”

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197. “Soon it would be night; the stars would pierce the sky like nails, and he would light the candles and write by fire because the words came easier in the darkness.”

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198. “For I would offer you the world reforged if you would be brave enough to stretch out your hand and take it.”

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199. “Your words? A sublime feast that fed me on days when I was starving.”

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200. “I see the beauty in what has been but only because I have tasted both sorrow and joy in equal measures.”

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