Top 500 Sarah J. Maas Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “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.”

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302. “Please,” Lysandra said, waving a manicured hand, “you and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins. Don’t even try to deny it.”

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303. “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.”

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304. “I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.”

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305. “You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You’re worth it.” He’d known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild.”

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306. “If he was the sweet, terrifying darkness, I was the glittering light that only his shadows could make clear.”

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307. “Of the blade that had slain that which was unkillable.”

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308. “She was a force of nature. She was a calamity and a commander of immortal warriors of legend.”

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309. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. Just don’t lock me out. You want to walk in silence for a week, I’m fine with that. So long as you talk to me at the end of it.”

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310. “Come on, Feyre. We don’t bite. Unless you ask us to.”

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311. “Our stories are worth telling.”

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312. “Then I would have torn apart the world to get you back.”

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313. “I’d always thought death would be some sort of peaceful homecoming – a sweet, sad lullaby to usher me into whatever waited afterward.”

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314. “Maeve had harmed Rowan before. How many of his scars had she given him? “Stop it,” Celaena growled. “Not for all the world, Aelin? But what about for Prince Rowan?”

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315. “And in the end, though, we’d saved each other. All of us had.”

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316. “I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket. “Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.”

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317. “Mother hold you. May you pass through the gates; may you smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain. May you enter enternity.”

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318. “Cassian leaned to whisper in her ear, “The first time I saw that look on your face, you were still human. Still human, and I nearly went to my knees before you.”

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319. “Unmade and Made; Made and Unmade – that is the cycle. Like calls to like.”

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320. “My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.”

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321. “Yrene put her hands atop Chaol’s and brought them brow to brow. “You are my joy,” was all she said to him.”

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322. “Everybody is something. Even the most common witch has her coven.”

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323. “Aedion nocked an arrow into his bow, arm straining as he pulled back the string. As one, the army gathered on the city walls did the same. “Let’s make this a fight worthy of a song,” Aedion said.”

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324. “PART TWO Gods and Gates.”

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325. “I will cherish it always. No matter what may befall the world. No matter the oceans, or mountains, or forests in the way.”

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326. “I came to claim the one I love.”

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327. “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.”

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328. “As Cassian drew twin Illyrian blades, the sight of them like home, and said to Eris with lethal calm, “I suggest you drop my lady.”

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329. “Arobynn Hamel, the King of the Assassins. Chaol gritted his teeth as he finished stuffing the last of the white sheets into the hallway closet. He’d been thinking a good deal about Celaena’s old master in the past few days. Arobynn was smart enough to have put things together when he found a washed-up orphan right after the Princess of Terrasen went missing, her body vanished into the half-frozen Florine River.”

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330. “Where are our allies, Aelin? Where are our armies?”

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331. “I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord – ” “You are no one’s subject.” I went rigid at the flash of teeth, the smoke-like wings that flared out. “I will say this once – and only once,” Rhysand purred, stalking to the map on the wall. “You can be a pawn, be someone’s reward, and spend the rest of your immortal life bowing and scraping and pretending you’re less than him, than Ianthe, than any of us.”

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332. “Vengeance incarnate. Wrath’s bruised heart. She would bow for no one. Hunt’s lightning sang at the sight of that beautiful, brutal face.”

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333. “If it’s any consolation,” Rhysand confided to him, “she would have been the one for you – and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She’s more stubborn than you are.”

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334. “Whatever you need to throw at me, I can take it. I won’t break.”

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335. “I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us – because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”

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336. “She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away. She would not break.”

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337. “I love my people, and my family. Do not think I won’t become a monster to keep them protected.”

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338. “Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.”

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339. “She would not let that light go out. She would fill the world with it, with her light – her gift. She would light up the darkness, so brightly that all who were lost or wounded or broken would find their way to it, a beacon for those who still dwelled in that abyss. It would not take a monster to destroy a monster – but light, light to drive out darkness. She was not afraid. She.”

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340. “She turned her head so slowly it was like watching a puppet move. Her eyes met his. Death watched him. But Death had walked beside him every day of his life. So Cassian stroked his thumb along her palm and said, “Hello, Nes.”

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341. “You were born on the longest night of the year.” His fingers again stroked down my back. Lower. “You were meant to be at my side from the very beginning.”

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342. “When you shatter the chains of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. Without it, a kingdom is nothing, and will be forgotten by time.”

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343. “You touch him again,” Manon said, “and I’ll drink the marrow from your bones.”

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344. “The power shall always belong to those who give their lives to the city.”

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345. “With her moon-white hair, alabaster skin, and burnt-gold eyes, she’d been told by ill-fated men that she was beautiful as a Fae queen. But what those men realized too late was that her beauty was merely a weapon in her natural-born arsenal. And it made things so, so fun.”

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346. “My name is Wind,” she whispered. “And Rain. And Bone and Dust. My name is a snippet of a half-remembered song.”

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347. “Nameless is my price,” the king said. Aelin went still. “Nameless is my price,” his father repeated. The warning of an ancient witch, the damning words written on the back of the Amulet of Orynth. “For the bastard-born mark you bear, you are Nameless, yet am I not so as well?” He glanced between them, his eyes wide. “What is my name?”

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348. “Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood – let the land be witness, and return home.”

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349. “I did not mind stepping out of the shadows, did not mind even being in the shadows to begin with, so long as he was with me. My friend through so many dangers – who had fought for me when no one else would, even myself.”

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350. “Feyre,” Tamlin breathed from behind us. I halted, aware of every eye that watched. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.” I wiped at the blood dribbling down my cheek. “I’m fine,” I told him again. No one, not even Tamlin, looked convinced. And if I could have painted that moment, I would have named it A Portrait in Snares and Baiting.”

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