Top 500 Sarah J. Maas Quotes (2024 Update)
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451. “Run and run and disappear into the mountains and live in solitude in the dark green of the wild, with a pine needle carpet and a blanket of stars overhead. She could do it.”

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452. “Against slavery, against tyranny, I would gladly go to my death, no matter whose freedom I was defending.”

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453. “She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars. Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.”

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454. “Death had been her curse and her gift and her friend for these long, long years. She was happy to greet it again under the golden morning sun.”

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455. “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.”

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456. “Remember that we have something to fight for, and it will always triumph.”

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457. “Males are horrible creatures, aren’t they?”

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458. “I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”

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459. “We need hope as much as we need bread and meat,” he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. “We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”

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460. “For across every mountain, spread beneath the green canopy of Oakwald, carpeting the entire Plain of Theralis, the kingsflame was blooming.”

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461. “A world divided was not a world that could thrive.”

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462. “Lucien sighed as he looked me over. “Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?” “Do you ever stop being such a prick?” I snapped back. Dead – really, truly, I should have been dead for that. But Lucien grinned at me. “Much better.” Alis, it seemed, had not been wrong.”

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463. “She had a flicker of memory from a time when, just for a moment, she’d been free; when the world had been wide open and she’d been about to enter it with Sam at her side. It was a freedom that she was still working for, because even though she’d tasted it only for a heartbeat, it had been the most exquisite heartbeat she’d ever experienced.”

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464. “You’re lonely?” He said it before he could stop himself. “Lonely?” She shook her head and finally, after all that coaxing, sat down. He fought against the urge to reach across the space between them to see if her hair was as silky as it looked. “No. I can survive well enough on my own – if given proper reading material.”

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465. “But there he was. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, now stood beside me, darkness leaking from him like ink in water. He.”

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466. “How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.”

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467. “Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.”

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468. “Aelin said to Fenrys, “We’ll only invite him to Orynth on holidays.” “So he can ruin the festivities?” Fenrys scowled. “I, for one, cherish my holidays. I don’t need a misanthrope raining on them.”

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469. “I must do something, Elentiya,” Nehemia said, using the name she’d given her on the night Celaena admitted that she was an assassin. “I must find a way to help my people. When does gathering information become a stalemate? When do we act?” Celaena.”

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470. “Who wants someone around who’s so covered in thorns?”

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471. “Get. Up.” Her mouth tightened. “You want to die in this war so badly, then get up.”

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472. “That was why you painted stars on your drawer.”

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473. “The next time, Emissary, I’ll come say hello.”

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474. “Bring our people home, Manon.”

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475. “She must be a rare, staggering beauty to make you so faithful... She must be clever” -plunk- “and fascinating” -plunk- “and very, very talented... She must be the most wonderful person who ever existed.”

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476. “I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.”

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477. “She stopped as a map of Erilea appeared. Maps had always interested her; there was something bewitching in knowing one’s precise location in relation to others on earth.”

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478. “I supposed that with her stunning beauty, she needed no ornamentation. It would have been like putting jewelry on a lion.”

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479. “Perhaps there was an unstoppable magic inherent in music and art.”

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480. “Here – here was the most powerful High Lord ever born. The face of dreams and nightmares.”

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481. “Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. Fae.”

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482. “Rhysand laughed – a lover’s laugh, low and soft and intimate. “Is that any way to speak to a High Lord of Prythian?” My.”

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483. “She was indeed a bit terrified of the icy rage rippling from him as Dorian said, “Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away.”

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484. “In that cocoon of darkness, she bided her time, letting him think her gone, letting them do what they wanted to the mortal shell around her. It was in that cocoon where the shadowfire began to flicker, fueling her, feeding her. Long ago, when she was small and clean, flames of gold had crackled at her fingers, secret and hidden. Then they vanished, as all good things had vanished.”

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485. “Even as an immortal, there was not enough time in life to waste it on hatred.”

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486. “Let’s have an adventure, Nesryn Faliq!”

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487. “The lightning continued to strike, silent and lovely, even after he stilled. The sounds of the world came pouring back in, his breathing as ragged as the hiss of the crashing waves while he brushed lazy kisses to her temple, her nose, her mouth. Aelin drew her eyes away from the beauty of their magic, the beauty of them, and found his face to be the most beautiful of all. She.”

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488. “Aelin was insane, Dorian realized. Brilliant and wicked, but insane.”

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489. “And the city would have a library, too. A great, wonderful library. Or a bookshop with a knowledgeable owner who could make sure her thirst for books was always sated.”

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490. “Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.”

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491. “Monster. And yet... For her friends, for her family, she would gladly be a monster. For Rowan, for Dorian, for Nehemia, she would debase and degrade and ruin herself.”

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492. “Yes, she would go – to Rifthold, to anywhere, even through the Gates of the Wyrd and into Hell itself, if it meant freedom. After all, you aren’t Adarlan’s Assassin for nothing.”

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493. “She would have an adventure. For herself. This one time. She would see her homeland, and smell it and breathe it in. See it from high above, see it racing as fast as the wind. She owed herself that much.”

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494. “Her voice was soft, ethereal, the sound of a lullaby half-remembered. The songs she sang, one by one, held Celaena in place. Songs of distant lands, of forgotten legends, of lovers forever waiting to be reunited.”

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495. “What got under my skin,” Rhys said, his breathing a bit uneven, “is that you smiled at him.”

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496. “The Crown Prince tipped his head back to the sky and roared, and it was the battle cry of a god. Then the glass castle shattered.”

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497. “Tell me that we’ll get through tomorrow. Tell me that we’ll survive the war. Tell me – ” She swallowed hard. “Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.”

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498. “He smiled at me still, broadly and without restraint or hesitation. Isaac had never smiled at me like that. Isaac had never made my breath catch, just a little bit. The.”

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499. “I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire – but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn’t bother to look, but only to fear it... Then I didn’t particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place – looking for you all.”

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500. “At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”

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