Top 200 Rebecca Ross Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “Did you think I would let him tell me when and how to touch you? Did you think that I would let him steal this last moment from me? When I would surrender only to you, take you in my hands, and burn with you before the end comes?”

— Rebecca Ross

202. “I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave, and even then, we might need to negotiate.”

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203. “You hold on to her. But who could hold on to the wind? And – better yet – who would be so foolish as to trust – to love – such a wild being?”

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204. “And as our letters progressed, I finally acknowledged that I was in love with you, and I wanted you to know who I was. That’s when I decided I would follow you.”

— Rebecca Ross

205. “I want your hand to be in mine, no matter what comes.”

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206. “You look well today, Winnow.” “Are you implying I looked ill before, Kitt?”

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207. “You are capable of far more than you know. Why do you think I look at you now and marvel? Why do you think I draw close to your kind? I have sung many of you to eternal rest after death and I have found that the music of a mortal life burns brighter than any magic my songs could stoke.”

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208. “I imagine what it would be like to be immortal, to hold no fear of death. To dance and burn for an endless era. And I think how dull such an existence would be. That one would do anything to feel the sharp edge of life again.”

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209. “And just for one moonrise, let us act as if there are no burdens weighing us down. No responsibilities or tomorrows.”

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210. “Slowly, he lifted his fingers and wove them with hers – fingers that had typed letter after letter to her. And she raised him to his feet.”

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211. “I haven’t mentioned this yet, but you are my secret. I have kept you to myself; no one knows of you but me. No one knows of our connection and I want to keep it that way.”

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212. “The fear of irrevocable change and the unknown began to beat against her ribs again.”

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213. “The magic still gathers, and the past is gilded; 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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214. “But I think you know that the soul can be found in words, and words within the soul. The two reflect each other in the sky, do they not?”

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215. “She could melt into a crowd of mortals like she had been born among them, with flesh doomed to bleed and decay, with a spirit like a candle flame, flickering and incandescent. Burning brilliant in the darkness.”

— Rebecca Ross

216. “He hated it when she smiled like this at him. It always made him retreat.”

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217. “And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.”

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218. “Matilda?” my mother repeated, surprised. “Why?” “It means mighty in battle.”

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219. “It feels like wearing shoes that are too small,” she whispered. “With every step, you notice it. It feels like blisters on your heels. It feels like a lump of ice in your chest that never melts, and you can only sleep a few hours at a time, because you’re always wondering where they are and those worries seep into your dreams. If they’re alive, or wounded, or sick. Some days you wish that you could take their place, no matter the cost. Just so you can have the peace of knowing their fate.”

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220. “It reminded me that I cannot hold those I love in a cage, even if it feels like protecting them.”

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221. “Matilda, whom the myths would seek to cut away and forget, all because she loved a mortal man.”

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222. “Could a girl become a wildflower patch, resurrected every spring and summer only to wilt and fade come the sting of frost?”

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223. “You asked me this once, months ago, and I refused to answer. But I want you to ask me again, Iris. Ask me what my middle name is.”

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224. “If my words have bewitched your son, then know that his possess the same magic for me,” she said, reflexively touching her wedding band again.”

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225. “She slept but she didn’t dream. She swallowed but she couldn’t taste. She wrote three sentences and deleted two, as if she didn’t know how to move forward.”

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226. “Sometimes when it rained, flowers would bloom in the most unexpected places – teacups and vases and even old shoes.”

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227. “If anything hurt her, it would have to come through him first.”

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228. “I look forward to the next chapter. The one you will write in your story, as well as the one we write together.”

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229. “He had shielded Sarah with his body, but it hadn’t been enough. The heap of rubble had killed them both, hands entwined.”

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230. “She was trembling. Her eyes were wide and wild as she stared at him. He could lose himself in those hazel eyes, in wanting to calm the fear that blazed within her.”

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231. “And he thought, There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.”

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232. “Iris had relived them a hundred times, as if they were anchored to the ring. The moment Roman had slipped it onto her finger. How the stars had started to burn overhead, the flowers sweetening the dusk around them. How he had smiled at her through his tears. How he had whispered her name in the dark.”

— Rebecca Ross