Fortuna Sworn Quotes

Sometimes it’s not about being stronger. It’s about being smarter.

A beautiful thing was much harder to destroy than an ugly thing.

God, give me patience or an untraceable handgun, I thought.

In that moment, he truly did look like the Unseelie King. Like a dark fairy tale. Like a terrible dream.

Fear is a seed, my love. It can grow from pain or anger...or it can grow from something else. Love. Hope. You are not a monster, Fortuna Sworn. Concentrate on the good, take it into you, and let the rest go.

Nightmares may be lies, but we don’t have to be liars.

I glared at Collith and wondered if God had created his angels beautiful for practical reasons, rather than aesthetic ones. A beautiful thing was much harder to destroy than an ugly thing.

Like the nightmares that came at night, we were meant to be seductive. We were designed to lure our victims in. Then, when it was too late to draw back, we struck.

I know exactly what you are... and I think it's magnificent.

My own face was proof that beauty couldn’t be trusted.

My captors had been careful to avoid physical contact these past three days.

If you died, Fortuna, I'd follow you into whatever afterlife there is. The rest doesn't really matter, does it?

I view life like a story,” Laurie said. “A story in which I am the main character, and every terrible thing that happens is just a chapter in it. Stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end, so I always remind myself that I am somewhere in the middle.

The sort of grief that couldn't be given a voice, or it would become so big, so loud, that it ripped you apart from the inside.

For me, you were never a Nightmare, Fortuna Sworn—you were a dream come to life.

Watching her go, I wanted to tell my friend how the dark reveals things just as often as it hides them. Stars shine brightest in the sky, plants thrive at the bottom of the ocean, fireflies flicker over the grass.

I was the fire to his ice. The shout to is whisper. The run to his walk.

When you are in a room with a murderer, there are only two kinds of people. One is the killer. The other is the murdered. Which one would you rather be, at any given time?

The first thing we do on a dark night is look up. Always.

Anyone who defined this feeling as hate wasn’t making a mistake… because people chose hate. It was so much easier. Love was painful. Love was terrifying.

It was never a good sign when the bad guy made a reference to his mommy right off the bat.

Even if our worst fears come to pass, it’s not the end. We can still live, and love, and flourish,

You're safe here," I heard him say."I won't let anyone hurt you. Not again.

One would think you're having regrets, Your Majesty," I retorted, tucking what just happened away for later contemplation. "About you? Never.

Before I fixed my attention firmly elsewhere again, I confirmed that Laurelis Dondarte’s cock was just as big as his mouth.

I realized what he was doing. What he was recreating. It was the date we’d imagined together, laying next to each other in a dingy motel room. I could still feel the scratchy sheet against my cheek and see the glow in his eyes.