Acomaf Quotes

To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys." Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.

My mate. Death incarnate. Night triumphant.

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.

No one was my master— but I might be master of everything, if I wished. If I dared.

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.

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.

When you spend so long trapped in darkness, you find that the darkness begins to stare back.

Many atrocities, have been done in the name of the greater good.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door. And I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.

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

The quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth ribs.

Males are horrible creatures, aren’t they?

But I still don’t know how to fix myself.” “There’s nothing broken to be fixed,” he said fiercely.

But I forgot to tell him,” I said quietly, opening the door, “that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key.” “Oh?” I shrugged. “He was the one who let me out.”.

I believe you. And I believe in peace. I believe in a better world.

We're all broken," Mor said. "In our own ways - in places no one might see.

He had stayed. And fought for me. Week after week, he’d fought for me, even when I had no reaction , even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn’t leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He’d shouldered them alone long enough.

A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.

I frowned at the eye in my palm. "What, literally shout at the tattoo?" "You could try rubbing it on certain body areas and I might come faster.

Why should I bother defending myself," Nesta said with lethal cold, "to a male who is so puffed up on his own sense of importance there's barely enough space in the room for his enormous head?

And he will never know what it is to look up at the night sky and wish.

I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You do what you love, what you need

Don't let the hard days win.

Lucien had been prepared to take me against my will. Fae males were territorial, dominant, arrogant—but the ones in the Spring Court … something had festered in their training. Because I knew—deep in my bones—that Cassian might push and test my limits, but the moment I said no, he’d back off. And I knew that if … that if I had been wasting away and Rhys had done nothing to stop it, Cassian or Azriel would have pulled me out. They would have taken me somewhere—wherever I needed to be—and dealt with Rhys later. But Rhys … Rhys would never have not seen what was happening to me; would never have been so misguided and arrogant and self-absorbed. He’d known what Ianthe was from the moment he met her. And he’d understood what it was like to be a prisoner, and helpless, and to struggle—every day—with the horrors of both.

I wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fire - but that I would be quiet and enduring and as faceted as the night. That I would have beauty, for those who knew where to look, and if people didn't bother to look, but only to fear it... Then I didn't particularly care for them, anyway. I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this place - looking for you all.

I smelled jasmine first-then saw stars. A sea of stars flickering beyond glowing pillars of moonstone that framed the sweeping view of endless snowcapped mountains. "Welcome to the Night Court.

—Por los que miran las estrellas y piensan «ojalá…, ojalá», Rhys —dije.” “Él hizo sonar su vaso contra el mío. —Por las estrellas que escuchan… y los sueños que se hacen realidad.

To the stars who listen - and the dreams that answered

I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength..." As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. "A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships... And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust—and reach out.

That girl that had needed to be protected, who had craved stability and comfort . . . she had died Under the Mountain. I had died, and there had been no one to protect me from those horrors before my neck snapped. So I had done it myself. And I would not, could not, yield that part of me that had awoken and transformed Under the Mountain.

I am the dark lord, who stole away the bride of spring. I am a demon, and a nightmare, and I will meet a bad end. He is the golden prince--the hero who will get to keep you as his reward for not dying of stupidity and arrogance.

A queen—a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed. A queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.

Rhys looked up, his face gleaming with tears. He went still as I leaned in, kissing away one tear. Then the other. As he had once kissed away mine. When my lips were wet and salty with them, I pulled back far enough to see his eyes. “You’re mine,” I breathed.

Why don’t you just hide in one of those pocket-realms for a bit?” “It doesn’t work like that. There’s no air there.” I gave him a look to say he should definitely do it then, and he laughed.

But I wouldn’t sit in my room, couldn’t allow myself to mourn and mope and weep and sleep. So I would venture out, even if it was an agony…

He said soflty, "I love it when you look at me like that." That purr in his voice heated my blood. "Like what?" "Like my power isn't something to run from. Like you see me.

What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength. And that the most unlikely person can alter the course of history. -Azriel

I wrecked one building—

They’ll be at it for a while,” Mor said, leaning against the threshold of the house. She held open the door. “Welcome to the family, Feyre.” And I thought those might have been the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.

Maybe you should...go." "Why? You seemed so insistent that I train you." "I can't concentrate with you around," I admitted "And go... far. I can feel you from a room away." A suggestive curve shaped his lips.

To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered.

Smile again, he whispered. I hadn't smiled for him. Ever. Or laughed. Under the Mountain, I had never grinned, never chuckled...

—Entonces, ¿soy tu cazadora y tu ladrona? Sus manos se deslizaron hasta cogerme las rodillas mientras decía con una sonrisa pícara: —Tú eres mi salvación, Feyre. –Capítulo 19, pág. 205

Give a shout down the bond if you get anything accomplished before breakfast.” I frowned at the eye in my palm. “What—literally shout at the tattoo?” “You could try rubbing it on certain body parts and I might come faster.” He vanished into nothing before I could hurl the candle at him.

Y yo me dije si «amor» no sería una palabra demasiado débil para lo que él sentía, para lo que había hecho por mí. Para lo que yo sentía. –Capítulo 54, pág. 495

You're still lovely," Mor said a bit gently. Elain offered a half smile. "I suppose that war makes wanting things like that unimportant." Mor was quiet for a heartbeat. "Perhaps. But you should not let war steal it from you regardless.

Mi amigo de tantos peligros. Mi amante, el que me había curado el alma quebrantada y agotada. Mi pareja, que me había esperado contra toda esperanza, a pesar de todo. –Capítulo 55, pág. 499

Rhys straightened. "You'd- make me food?" "Heat," I said. "I can't cook." It didn't seem to make a difference. But whatever it was, the act of offering him food... I dumped some cold soup into a pan and lit the burner. "I don't know the rules," I said, my back to him. "So you need to explain them to me." He lingered in the center of the cabin, watching my every move. He said hoarsely, "It's an... important moment when a female offers her mate food. It goes back to whatever beats we were a long, long time ago. But it still matters. The first time matters. Some mated pairs will make an occasion of it- throwing a party just so the female can formally offer mate food... That's usually done amongst the wealthy. But it means that the female... accepts the bond." I stared into the soup. "Tell me the story- tell me everything." He understood my offer: tell me while I cooked, and I'd decide at the end whether or not to offer him that food.

Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended- A broad hand gripped my face-gently enough not to hurt, but strong enough to make me look at him. "Don't you ever think that"Rhysand hissed,his eyes livid. "Not for one damned moment.

Tell me what to do,“ he said. “Tell me what to do to help you.” Rhys kept the plate beyond reach. He spoke again, and as if the words tumbling out loosened his grip on his power, talons of smoke curled over his fingers and great wings of shadow spread from his back. “Months and months, and you’re still a ghost. Does no one there ask what the hell is happening? Does your High Lord simply not care?” He did care. Tamlin did care. Perhaps too much. “He’s giving me space to sort it out,” I said, with enough of a bite that I barely recognized, my voice. "Let me help you,“ Rhys said. "We went through enough Under the Mountain—-” I flinched. "She wins,“ Rhys breathed. "That bitch wins if you let yourself fall apart.

—Adónde vamos? La sonrisa de Rhys se ensanchó cada vez más. —A Velaris, la Ciudad de la Luz de las Estrellas. –Capítulo 13, pág. 129

His laugh rumbled against me. Eyes closed, the wind roaring like a wild animal, I adjusted my position, gripping him tighter. My knuckles brushed one of his wings- smooth and cool like silk, but hard as stone with it stretched taut. Fascinating. I blindly reached again... and dared to run a fingertip along some inner edge. Rhysand shuddered, a soft groan slipping past my ear. "That," he said tightly, "is very sensitive". I snatched my finger back, pulling away far enough to see his face. With the wind, I had to squint, and my braided hair ripped this way and that, but- he was entirely focused on the montains around us. "Does it tickle?" He flicked his gaze to me, then on the snow and pine that went on forever. "It feels like this," he said, and learned in so close that his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he sent a gentle breath into it. My back arched on instinct, my chin tipping up at the carees of that breath. "Oh", I managed to say. I felt him smile against my ear and pull away.

I write to you not as a High Lord, but as a male in love with a woman who was once human. I write to you to beg you to act quickly. To save her people — to help save my own. I write to you so one day we might know true peace. So I might one day be able to live in a world where the woman I love may visit her family without fear of hatred and reprisal. A better world.

—¿Te enamoraste de mí porque yo te recordaba a tu amigo? —pregunté con voz casi sin expresión. Él me tocó la nariz. —Me enamoré de ti, sabelotodo, porque eras de los nuestros..., porque no me tuviste miedo y porque decidiste terminar tu victoria espectacular arrojándole ese pedazo de hueso a Amarantha como una jabalina. Entonces sentí el espíritu de Cassian junto a mí, y habría jurado que lo oí decir: «Si no te casas con ella, estúpido, lo haré yo». –Capítulo 55, pág. 500

There was a part of Tamlin that was good.- Yes. he'd given me everything I needed to become myself,to feel safe. And when he got what he wanted...he stopped. he tried, but not really. He'd let himself remain blind to what I needed after Amarantha.

It had been love, and I'd meant it-the happiness, the lust, the peace... I'd felt all of those things. Once.

Soul divine, I wanted her. Wanted more than just a hand to hold in the dark, more than just a touch to push forward through the crowded passageways of death and decay. Wanted to knit our beings together until we were one and she never cried again for lack of light or love or sun.

Nesta was sprawled upon the stones. I knew that she was different. From however Elain had been Made… Nesta was different. Even before she took her first breath, I felt it. As if the Cauldron in making her … had been forced to give more than it wanted. As if Nesta had fought even after she went under, and had decided that if she was to be dragged into hell, she was taking that Cauldron with her.

And if I get you all to myself for the rest of eternity, then I won't mind that at all.

I would glow- for him, I'd glow. For my own future, I'd glow.

Rhys brushed a hand down my arm. “You are, as always, free to go wherever and whenever you wish. But what I think Mor is saying is ... try to leave a note the next time.” The words were casual, but that was panic in his eyes. Not—not the controlling fear Tamlin had once succumbed to, but ... genuine terror of not knowing where I was, if I needed help. Just as I would want to know where he was, if he needed help, if he vanished when our enemies surrounded us. “I’m sorry,” I said. To him, to the others.

—¿Adónde vamos? La sonrisa de Rhys se ensanchó cada vez más. —A Velaris, la Ciudad de la Luz de las estrellas. –Capítulo 13, pág. 129

-given me quiet, steadfast company with those characters, who did not exist and never would, but somehow made me feel less...alone.

The eldest one’s face softened. “It is no easy choice, girl—” “It is the choice of cowards,” Nesta snapped.

Nesta fought every step of the way. She did not make it easy for them. She clawed and kicked and bucked. And it was not enough. And we were not enough to save her.

some strange new part of me wondered if my never returning might be a fitting punishment for him, for what he had done to me.

—Tú —jadeé sin apartar los ojos de los músicos que tocaban con tanta perfección que hasta los clientes de los restaurantes de los alrededores habían dejado de comer—. Tú enviaste esa música al calabozo. ¿Por qué? La voz de Rhysand era ronca. —Porque estabas a punto de rendirte. Y no encontré ninguna otra forma de salvarte. La música se alzó hasta parecer llenarlo todo. Yo había visto un palacio en el cielo en las alucinaciones..., un lugar entre la puesta del sol y el amanecer, una casa sobre los pilares de piedra de luna. —Vi la Corte Noche. Él me miró de refilón. —Yo no te mandé esas imágenes.

—Hace quinientos años luché en campos de batalla no muy lejos de esta casa. Luché junto a humanos e inmortales, sangré con ellos. Y voy a volver a estar de pie en este campo de batalla, Nesta Archeron, para proteger esta casa.., para proteger a vuestro pueblo. No puedo pensar en una manera mejor que terminar mi existencia que defendiendo a los que más lo necesitan. Vi una lágrima sobre la mejilla de Nesta. Y vi como Cassian levantaba una mano para enjugársela. –Capítulo 57, pág. 519

To the people who look up to the stars and wish, Rhys.’ Rhys clinked his glass against mine. ‘To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered.

Did you enjoy the sight of me kneeling before you.

To the people who look at the stars and wish

A Lucien le colgaban las manos a los costados. La voz se le quebró cuando le susurro a Elain: —Tú eres mi pareja. –Capítulo 65, pág. 568

We have servants here. With families. There are children in these lands. And you mean to leave us all in the hands of the Fae?

I was not the human girl who needed coddling and pampering, who wanted luxury and easiness. I didn't know how to go back to craving those things. To being docile.

And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn't work for who - what I am now.

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” - ACOMAF

El bien. No, yo no era el bien. Yo no era nada, y mi alma, mi alma eterna, estaba maldita... Traté de conseguir que los pulmones que me traicionaban tomaran aire para decir la palabra. No..., no. Pero no tuve que decirla. Él trueno sonó detrás de mí como si alguien hubiera arrojado dos enormes piedras, una contra la otra. Todos gritaron y cayeron hacia atrás, algunos desaparecieron corriendo por los costados del patio. Se abrió la oscuridad. Yo me volví, y a través de la noche que se movía como humo en el viento, descubrí a Rhysand, que en ese momento se enderezaba las solapas de la chaqueta negra. —Hola, Feyre, querida —ronroneó.

Los dos machos eran altos, las alas plegadas sobre cuerpos poderosos, musculosos, cubierto de cuero oscuro, armaduras que me recordaron las escamas de algunas bestias con formas de serpientes. Los dos llevaban espadas largas idénticas, con hojas simples y muy bellas tal vez no debería haberme por la ropa elegante después de todo. El que era tan solo un poco más grande, la cara en sombras, soltó una risita y dijo: —Vamos, Feyre, no mordemos. A menos que nos pidas que lo hagamos, claro. –Capítulo 16, pág. 16

You are nobody's subject.

To the stars who listen -and the dreams that are answered

I was his and he was mine, we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.

Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord. Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord. Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.

Not your anything.

I am not him. I will never be him, act like him. He locked you up and let you wither, and die.

Cassian miró a Rhys de arriba abajo, el pelo largo hasta los hombros en movimiento. —Muy a la moda hoy, hermano. Y además has obligado a vestir a la pobre Fyre. —Me hizo un guiño había algo tallado toscamente en esos rasgos..., como si lo hubieran fabricado con viento, tierra y llamas y todas las formas civilizadas que lo cubrían fueran solo un inconveniente. –Capítulo 16, pág. 155

And then I would go home to Velaris, where I would finally walk through the artists' quarter, and enter those shops and galleries and learn what they knew, and maybe - maybe one day - I would open my own shop. Not to sell my work, but to teach others. Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it - trying to learn who they were around the dark and the pain. And I would go home at the end of every day exhausted but content - fulfilled. Happy.

Hubo una explosión roja frente a mí; de pronto no conseguía respirar con suficiente rapidez, no podía pensar por encima del rugido que me atroanaba la cabeza. En un instante estaba mirando fijamente, en el siguiente, tenía un zapato en la mano. Se lo tiré con todas mis fuerzas. Todas mis fuerzas eran fuerzas considerables, fuerzas de inmortal. Apenas vi la sandalia de seda cuando voló atravesando el aire, rápida como una estrella fugaz, tan rápida que ni un alto lord hubiera podido detectarla... Lo golpeó directamente en la cabeza. Rhys se volvió, tenía una mano en la parte posterior de la cabeza, los ojos muy abiertos. Yo ya tenía el otro zapato en la mano. Los labios de Rhys se despegaron de sus dientes. —A ver si te atreves. —Genio... Debia de tener un día para dejar traslucir así su genio. –Capítulo 5, pág. 56

To the stars who listen - and the dreams that are answered

And then crushing black pounded down and rose up from beneath, devouring and roaring and shredding.

To the people who look to the stars and wish. To the stars who listen, and the dreams that are answered.

A kiedy ja będę lizał ciebie [...] chcę cię mieć rozłożoną na stole jako moją osobistą ucztę

Kiedy będziesz mnie lizać [...] chcę być sam, z dala od wszytskich innych. Ponieważ kiedy będziesz mnie lizać, Feyro [...] pozwole sobie ryknąć tak głośno, że mój głos będzie zdolny skrószyć górę.

Y me di cuenta, y me di cuenta en ese instante de lo mal que me habían tratado antes: ¿por qué si no, tenía los niveles de exigencia tan bajos? ¿Por qué sentía la libertad que me habían dado como un privilegio y no como un derecho?

I was not prey any longer, I was not a mouse. I was a wolf.

To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered.

I was not prey any longer, I was not a mouse. I was a wolf’ - Feyre.

To the stars that listen, and the dreams that are answered’ — Rhysand.

I would have torn apart the world to get you back’ - Rhysand.

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