Kristin Cashore Quotes

Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

Everyone was willing to take some small risk to lessen the damage of their ambition and disorder and lawlessness.

She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

People want incongruous, impossible things.

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life.

There's no shame in crawling when one can't walk.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.

And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.

If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.

The kingdoms' people were at the mercy of the natures of those who rose to be their rulers. It was a gamble, and the current generation did not make for a winning hand.

What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind.

Fire sat unbreathing. A life that was an apology for the life of his father: It was a notion she could understand, beyond words and thought. She understood it the way she understood music.

Everyone wants a bit of something beautiful.

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

Then she'll know I'll want to knock her senseless if she so much as looks at me.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

She couldn't steal herself back from Randa only to give herself away again - belong to another person, be answerable to another person, build her very being around another person.

Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.

I thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all.

And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

A king who’s innocent of the things of which he’s guilty?

I hear you're supposed to be good at manipulating people. Try a little harder to make me like you, all right? I'm the queen. Your life will be nicer if I like you.

Ivan had contrived somehow in the dark of night to replace every watermelon in the watermelon patch with a gravestone, and every gravestone in the engraver's lot with a watermelon

Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.

For a group of people who claimed to be concerned for her safety, they did seem to have developed rather a habit of encouraging uprisings against monarchs.

I've liked you better when Katsa's around," Giddon said. "She's so rotten to me that you seem positively pleasant in contrast.

That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?

This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?

It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.

I wish people would stop hitting Po," whispered Bitterblue. "Well," Giddon said. "Yes. I'm hoping Skye is following my model. Punch Po; go on a long trip; feel better; come back and make up.

I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read.

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

Saf keeps a vast range of bullies on hand at all times.

Love is stupid. It has nothing to do with reason. You love whomever you love.

Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan

Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alarm.