Marie Lu Quotes - Page 3

You still belong on the other side of the looking glass. Someday, when you're ready to take the step over to our side, I'll come see you again. Live well, Daniel. Make that final step count.

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

I'd forgotten that a boy from the streets is no match for the future Princeps.

Hi, I'm Day.Hi, I'm June

It's strange being here with you. I hardly know you. But...sometimes it feels like we're the same person born into two different worlds.

Why can’t I be like that? Why can’t I be the father who just shrugs off the love of his daughter? Why can’t I be the Lead Inquisitor who enjoys watching his pleading victims burn at the stake? Why can’t I be the one who befriends a lonely, lost girl and then casts her out? Why can’t I be the one to strike first, to hit so early and with such fury that my enemies cower before they can ever think of turning on me? What is so great about being good?

A free state is a corporate state.

What if you are wrong? What if the gods sent you, and indeed the rest of us, not because we were never meant to be, but because we were always meant to be?

If Metias joined the Patriots, he'd be a Hacker too. If he were alive.

He was the last thread suspending me in the light. Without him, I can feel myself spiraling downward, falling to a place where I can no longer pull myself back up.

He is beauty, inside and out.He is the silver lining in a world of darkness.He is my light.

June will break your heart. I can see it already. She'll shatter you into a million pieces.

I have never known the mind of a wolf hunting a deer, but I imagine it must feel a little like this: the twisted excitement of seeing the weak and wounded cowering before you, the knowledge that, in this instant, you have the power to end its life or grant it mercy. In this moment, I am a god.

Said the man to the sun, "How I wish you could shine your light on every day of my life!"Said the sun to the man, "But only with the rain and the night could you recognize my light."---Domaccan poem, translated by Chevalle

Logic will save you when nothing else will.

I don't want--to go--I don't want--to leave you--Eden--

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.

I have earned my revenge on everyone who hurt me. My father, who tortured me every day - I crushed his chest and his heart. Teren, sick and twisted and mad - I took away his beloved just as he took away mine. Raffaele, who betrayed and manipulated me - I seized control of the prince he loves, and I made sure he watched his prince destroy in my name. And Violetta, darling, dearest sister who turned her back when I needed her the most. I cast her out. I finally said everything to her that I wanted to say. I have hurt back.

You led the soldiers right to my family's door. You're the reason they're dead.

You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up. Any barrier I might've succeeded in putting up around myself, any resistance I might've built up against my feelings for her, is now completely gone. Shattered.

You think me cruel.”“No.” Magiano hesitates for a long moment. “Maybe a little.”“I’m not branding them because I am cruel,” I say calmly. “I’m doing it as a reminder of what they’ve done to us. To the marked. You’re so quick to forget.”“I never forget,” Magiano replies. This time, there is a slight sharpness to his tone. His hand hovers near his side, where his childhood wound continues to plague him. “But branding the unmarked with your crest will not make them any more loyal to you.”“It makes them fear me.”“Fear works best with some love,” Magiano says. “Show them that you can be terrifying, yet generous.” The gold bands in his braids clink. “Let the people love you a little, mi Adelinetta.

I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.

Goodnight, June.

I find myself pausing to admire her face.For a brief moment, I'm lost to my surroundings.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

It means, Day, that you're dying.

You threw everything away."I bring a hand up to touch her face,to wipe the rain from her eyelashes."Your entire life-your beliefs...Why would you do that for me?"June has never looked more beautiful than she does now,unadorned and honest,vulnerable yet invincible.When lightning streaks over the sky,her dark eyes shine like gold."Because you were right,"she whispers."About all of it.

Like fear and fury. It is energy from another realm, threads from beneath the sur­face, an immortal place never meant to be disturbed. Raffaele trembles.Something is poisoning the world.

He returns my smile. His teeth are beautiful, the loveliest I've seen so far on these streets.

How many times have you been called an abomination?” he whispers. “A monster? Worthle

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little mo

No. I cannot let him control me.You are mine, Adelina, Enzo growls. Turn your powers against your own fleet.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

Few people ever kill for the right reasons.

Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything.