Feyre Quotes
Feyre Quote of the day
I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.
Rhysand stared at me for long enough that I faced him."Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don't feel anything at all.
Rhysand yelled my name again - yelled it as though he cared. I blacked out, but she brought me back, ensuring that I felt everything ensuring that I screamed every time a bone broke.
There had once been a time when I'd dreaded the end of summer, had prayed it would hold out for as long as possible. Now the thought of endless warmth and sun made me . . . bored. Restless.
We're all broken, " Mor said. "In our own ways - in places no one might see.
It didn't excuse what he'd done. Even if he'd...saved me-I choked on the word-from having to refuse Tamlin. Having to explain.
Not forever, ' he said onto my mouth. And though I knew it was a lie, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.
When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside. Maybe someone who've been born whole and good would have put down the ash dagger and embraced death rather than what lay before me.
For him, I had done this-for him I'd gladly wrecked myself and my immortal soul. And now I had an eternity to live with it.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
I’m thinking it would be very easy to love you. And easier to call you my friend.
Females and males watched Rhysand throughout the hall—and the shadowsinger and I made a game of betting on who, exactly, would work up the nerve to invite the High Lord home.
I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am.
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.
So I’m your huntress and thief?” His hands slid down to cup the backs of my knees as he said with a roguish grin, “You are my salvation, Feyre.
I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.
I love you, ’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.
