“I am the rock against which the surf crashes.”
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“He‘s gone, and I am not. Void was born of that feeling.”
“He‘s gone, and I am not. Void was born of that feeling.”
“You loved all of it - the good and the bad?”
I smiled a bit. “Especially the bad.”
All of those wretched things. The pride and the hypocrisy and the shame. The rage and the cowardice and the hurt.
‘There are different kinds of darkness,‘ Rhys said. I kept my eyes shut. ‘There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.‘ I pictured each. ‘There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.‘
"Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.”
“Even with all the balms one could hope for, the hurt carves your soul and leaves a scar.”
“You live with your choices and learn. You don‘t cheat the system.”
