Powerful Lauren Roberts Quotes

You make even the stars envious,” I repeat softly, leaning toward her. “Because one day—far from now—you will be up there beside them, outshining every single one.

See you in the sky,

To the girls with softer dreams – your purpose is just as powerful!

I think I would fall on my sword if it meant you mourned me,” he breathes. “And it’s terrifying to think you hold that much power over me.

If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around. And I wonder how I’ve stumbled this long without her to guide me.

Shh.” I run a hand down the length of her curls, feeling a hiccup jostle her body. “You did the right thing. Run to me. Always run to me.

I always wondered how something could shine so bright, even while being swallowed in darkness.

I had never known happiness before her. But if there is to be an after in which she doesn’t exist, I know I never will again.

Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.

I’m counting the stars until I see Mak shining beside me. The stars wink at me, welcoming me home. And on second eight, I know nothing.

Falling is not what I do. No, I trip into love, unable to slow down long enough to question these feelings or the person I've dumped them on.

Just count the stars, Dena.

In the end, it was all light and dark, loud and soft. I knew nothing but the memory of those I loved. One, a friend. The other, unfinished. And that alone is what I took with me into the next life. But I watched, warm and bright and high above. Just as he promised.

She’s counting the stars. I break. All of me. Every inch of my being shattering at the realization.

Thanks for picking the closest star, Dena.’ I take a shaky breath. Forty, forty-one, forty-two… ‘Looks like you’ll be around to keep me company.

So, you just want me? No powers?’ ‘Yes. I just want you,’ she breathes, annoyed with me. My mouth twists into a crooked grin. ‘I knew you wanted me, Gray.

I’ve made him smile.

And just like that, I’ve picked which pretty prince to root for. Because it’s Kai who is destined for Paedyn, no matter how tragic their story. No matter the opposite roles they play in this life. But maybe things will be different in the next.

I wanted her to be formidable. Recklessly bold. Powerful despite ability." I stare at him, taking in each word. "I am none of those things," I whisper. He drops my hand to brush gentle fingers beneath my chin, raising my face up towards his. "You are much more than those things." "You overestimate me." "No. I just see you.

You are the sweetest thing I have never tasted.” Another brush of his knuckles. “And I doubt I’ve craved anything more.

He is my fantasy. This is my reality.

Well, I would catch you, Dena, but it seems we’re going down together.

And will you be beside me up there?’ ‘If I should be so lucky.’ ‘Promise me,’ she murmurs sternly. ‘I don’t want to be alone.’ I nod against her hair. ‘I promise, Dena.

Homes tend to hurt you the most.

But I refuse to be ashamed of my softness. Gentleness is the strength that fragility lacks.

But you… you’re the embodiment of everything I am not. And yet, here I am, crawling back to you as though I’ve left a piece of myself behind.” He slowly lifts a hand, and I hold my breath when his fingers run down a loose curl. “And it scares the shit out of me.

He makes me happy, for whatever absurdly odd reason. He’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, but perhaps something equivalent to moonlight. Mysterious and unnerving. Equally as beautiful, yet, soft enough to stare at.

She is an intoxicating sort of exhausting, like running until you’ve lost your breath but enjoying the feeling all the while. And I feel as though I’ve been sprinting for days. Even worse, I fear that I am, in fact, beginning to enjoy her. What a terrifying realization, to admit one’s admiration for another.

Then you have no idea how much power you hold over me.

Like the beginning of the end.

If there is a God, this man is certainly proof that He has His favorites.

I wonder if I’ll be able to watch over her when I get to wherever Death is taking me.

Few have the power to make me plead.

He stole your smile,” she whispers, tears clinging to dark lashes. “No wonder you didn’t have one to give me.” Regret rams into me once again, her words a reminder of every missed opportunity to make her smile with one of my own. “I’ll find one,” I murmur. “Steal it back if I must. For you.” Her lips lift, eyes shining with tears. “And I’ll cherish it.

I would have waited another nineteen years if it meant you were the first good memory I was gifted.

Are you going to stop talking long enough to let me kiss you properly?

Just count the stars, Dena.” I choke out the words, whisper them on the wind that will carry her soul far away from me. “Just count the stars.

Dena, if I looked at you while you were talking, I can’t guarantee that I’d be paying attention to what you’re saying.

You did the right thing. Run to me. Always run to me.

I hope they know how admired they are up there,” she murmurs. “I mean, I count them before bed every night.” I shake my head at the sight of her admiring something far duller than she.

Oh, I’m sure we will be meeting again, Adena.

Just because I’m a lover, doesn’t mean I can’t admire the fighters.

But it should be me. Me who dies brutally. Dies alone. Dies at all.

I regret not buying that blue shirt from you, if only so I had your attention long enough to convince you that red suits you better. I regret not telling you how much I like it when you blow those bangs out of your eyes, or the way you clap after finishing a row of stitches. I regret smothering every smile you made me want to give you. And I regret not telling you the truth. But most of all, not saying goodbye.

There is not a single cynical thought to deny the fact that she may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She’s intimidatingly peaceful – a contradiction in itself. And I almost want to despise her for it. Because I fear there is a chance that I may begin to enjoy her.

I don’t want to fight your power—I want to fight you. Just you.

I was right,” I say cheerily, “you’re not half as grumpy as you seem.” I feel him straighten behind me. “Yeah, shit, what did you do to me?

I’m quite sure that even the stars are envious of you.

The most powerful man paired with the most powerless woman.

I would give him every piece of me if he only asked politely.

The brush of Death’s fingers down my face, like a calming caress. I thought I would be frightened of him and the end he’s dragging me towards. But it’s comforting in a way, being fully aware that this is the end.

It truly is a curse to feel so deeply, to so daringly deem someone worthy of my affection.

To the girls with softer dreams—your purpose is just as powerful

Even in the midst of crying, she manages to glow, as though each tear were a drop of sunlight.

She looks over at me, and I look over at her. Something like understanding seems to settle between us. As though loneliness has found its equal.

If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around. And I wonder how I’ve stumbled this long without her to guide me.

You are the sweetest thing I have never tasted.” Another brush of his knuckles. “And I doubt I’ve craved anything more.” Holy shit.

I’ll see you soon,’ I whisper. ‘I’m counting down the hours, Dena.

In the end, it was all light and dark, loud and soft. I knew nothing but the memory of those I loved. One, a friend. The other, unfinished. And that alone is what I took with me into the next life. But I watched, warm and bright and high above. Just as he promised.

She smells of honey, of happiness incarnate. And it’s entirely too distracting.

He’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, but perhaps something equivalent to moonlight. Mysterious and unnerving. Equally as beautiful, yet, soft enough to stare at.

What a terrifying realization, to admit one’s admiration for another.

If I had a single rational thought left, it vanishes when I lay eyes on him. If there is a God, this man is certainly proof that He has His favorites.

Power is portrayal.

Nevertheless, I burrow my chin into the worn threads, finding comfort in the fraying collar. Or perhaps it’s something far more symbolic that soothes me. Perhaps it’s him.

If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around.

Where are you going?” The door swings open. “To find them.

You make even the stars envious,’ I repeat softly, leaning towards her. ‘Because one day – far from now – you will be up there beside them, outshining every single one.

It should have been me. I wish it was me.

Falling is not what I do. No, I trip into love, unable to slow down long enough to question these feelings or the person I’ve dumped them

The strongest weapon a woman has at her disposal is that she often underestimated

Yes, nothing says ‘welcome home’ like a newly arranged pile of garbage.

She is an intoxicating sort of exhausting, like running until you’ve lost your breath but enjoying the feeling all the while. And I feel as though I’ve been sprinting for days.

If there is a God, this man is certainly proof that He has His favorites. He’s breathtaking in the way I would imagine a stab wound to be, so handsome it’s piercing. Like a blade, everything about him is sharp and cold.

She turns away, hiding her face in the shadow I’m casting over her. “Look at me.” Again, each word is soft enough to comfort, but stern enough to steal her attention. Her head tilts back toward me. “Are you all right?” She nods vigorously. “I am now.

You are the sweetest thing I have never tasted.’ Another brush of his knuckles. ‘And I doubt I’ve craved anything more.

She’s intimidatingly peaceful—a contradiction in itself. And I almost want to despise her for it. Because I fear there is a chance that I may begin to enjoy her.

Her name is on a list of the dead.

My thumb finds the scar cutting crookedly through my lips,

But you… you’re the embodiment of everything I am not. And yet, here I am, crawling back to you as though I’ve left a piece of myself behind.

Well, not to you,” I scoff. “I’m not wasting any of my goodness on someone who clearly already has an abundance.

This pile of garbage is all I've got." "I thought you had me?" "Do I?" "So long as you'll take me." "And if I don't?" "Then no one ever will.

What a pathetic attempt at nonchalance. As if I don’t admire the shine of each ringlet, or the way they cling to one another in an intertwining hug. As if I can’t stop myself from staring at the column of her neck when she pulls that curly hair into a messy knot, the forgotten strands like swirling ink down her back. As if I can stop myself from admiring how easily a laugh parts her soft lips. The way the sun warms her skin, as though she was meant to be cloaked in light. It’s how joy bubbles out of her in the form of clapping hands and endearing rambles. It’s the way my thoughts never cease to wander towards her, my heart falling senselessly after. And I fear that I’ve admired every inch of her.

I never imagined it would be this difficult to leave. Because now there is her and every moment after. I had never known happiness before her, and if there is to be an after in which she doesn’t exist, I know I never will again.

The most powerful man paired with the most powerless woman. “It would be an honor to be your partner, Kitt,” I say softly, smiling slightly. Play the part. Kitt chuckles, sounding relieved. “I was hoping you would say that, Paedyn.

I'm panting, heart pounding at the sight of its other half. Kai looks up at me, hands resting behind a head of black waves-I nearly fall to my knees before him. He has always been a prince, always a puppet for power or instrument of Death. But just as constant and formidably fierce, he has always been my home. In search of my comfort, it is him I crawl back to. Peace is the place he resides, and passion is a word I only understand when I look into his eyes. He is the freedom I cannot grasp. We are inevitable. We are tragedy.

I falter at the sight of my fingers. Twisted and broken and useless. The pain is paralyzing.

Choosing me. Finding me worth the effort. Because I’m completely undeserving of it. Of her. If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around. And I wonder how I’ve stumbled this long without her to guide me.

He’s looking at me in that way he often does. As though he’s laying eyes on me for the first time, discovering something entirely foreign to gaze at. It’s this look that makes me feel as though I’m the only thing that has ever captured his attention.

There is not a single cynical thought to deny the fact that she may be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. She’s intimidatingly peaceful—a contradiction in itself. And I almost want to despise her for it. Because I fear there is a chance that I may begin to enjoy her.

What about striding across the throne room? Seeing the looks on all those faces when you put that crown on your head?...Did you enjoy that?' ... 'I didn't mind it.' ... 'Come on, don't be modest, Gray.' 'Fine. Powerful. It made me feel powerful.' 'Good. Focus on that feeling. Not what it took to get it.

I know how you refuse to thank the Plague. It is understandable, admirable, even, how valiantly you despise the thing that made your survival so difficult. But I do thank the Plague. I whisper my gratitude for it when you are sound asleep in my arms, when your fingers flick the tip of my nose. In the quiet moments, I thank the Plague for you. If it weren't for the dividing of Ordinaries and Elites so many years ago, I would have never found my way to you. My coins are always at risk in your presence, but no saving of my life would have been necessary that day. No Silencers. No Purging Trials. No stolen moments under the willow. When I thank the Plague, it is not for the power it has gifted me, but for the privilege of you. Nothing makes me stronger than the weakness that is you, Paedyn Gray. And if, in the next lifetime, you choose to steal from me again, I would happily give you all my soul if it meant a place besides yours. But until then, I will watch you become another's reason to thank the Plague. You, Pae, are my inevitable. (I love you.)

He stole your smile,’ she whispers, tears clinging to dark lashes. ‘No wonder you didn’t have one to give me.’ Regret rams into me once again, her words a reminder of every missed opportunity to make her smile with one of my own. ‘I’ll find one,’ I murmur. ‘Steal it back if I must. For you.’ Her lips lift, eyes shining with tears. ‘And I’ll cherish it.

Waiting impatiently for Adena to arrive, I pull the slim box from one of the many pockets on the vest she made. The lid slides off easily, allowing me to admire what lies within. The needle is slightly larger than the ones I’ve witnessed her stab each finger with. The silver gleams, even in the dull light. I’m just able to make out the intricate, half-moon designs carved across the length of it.

And you think that's worth it? Losing yourself to an Ordinary?' ... 'Between the two of us, you're the only one who seems to care about that fact.' ... 'Of course I care.' My voice is rough, raw with emotion. 'I'm weak. I nearly died today and-' I place a hand to his cheek, turning his face towards me. 'Look at me, Kai. Look at what you chose to lose yourself to. I may have seemed strong in that throne room, but I always will be an impostor among the truly powerful.' He's shaking his head, hiding his gaze from me. Both of my hands are cupping his face now. 'I worry about you Malakai.' The sound of his full name has those gray eyes fluttering closed. 'If I die----' 'Stop.' 'If I die,' I repeat sternly, 'I need you to find something else worth losing yourself to. I won't let my impending death be yours as well.' I press my forehead to his, voice breaking as I say, 'Promise me that. Please.' 'Pae.' His voice is ragged. 'I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.' His fingers weave into my hair, slide along the back of my neck. 'You are my inevitable. In life and in death.

My mind reels, running over every bit of information given to us about the Elites. It’s public knowledge that Kai Azer is the only recorded Wielder in all of Ilya. Some believe it is because no one has ever possessed such power, while others speculate that the king has ensured his son is the most powerful Elite in the kingdom by killing off any other threat. And I think I may be staring at one. May have been staring at one for a week.

right.” He drags his fingers through damp hair. “I can’t let that be right because I’ve justified everything. Everything I’ve done as the Enforcer. It was all to protect the Elites and Ilya from this disease, but if Ordinaries aren’t weakening our powers…” He trails off, running a hand over his face. I reach a hesitant hand toward him, unsure what to say. “Kai…” “That would mean that he’s been killing Ordinaries to prevent them from reproducing with Elites. He’s been killing healthy, innocent people.” He finally looks over at me, gray eyes icy. “I’ve been killing healthy, innocent people.

I show her my palms, surrendering before the fight has even begun. "You don't really want this and neither do I. Especially because I wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face of yours, darling." She all but rolls her eyes at me. "That's funny because I won't hesitate to mess up your pretty face." I smirk. "I knew you thought I was pretty." At that, she throws another punch at my face that I easily evade. We continue circling each other, slowly. Damp hair clings to my forehead and I comb my fingers through it, pushing it off my sticky skin. "You do know that I have eight powers at my disposal right now and any one of them could drop you." I grin as I say it, watching her eyes narrow. "I don't want to fight your power-I want to fight you. Just you." Her piercing gaze never leaves mine as she says it, even as the other Elites turn their attention toward us, finding this fight far more interesting than their training. "So, you just want me? No powers?" "Yes, I just want you," she breathes, annoyed with me. My mouth twists into a crooked grin. "I knew you wanted me, Gray.

I am no Elite. And that is all you see when looking at me-everything I am not. So let me tell you what I am." She takes a deep breath, the scar above her heart rising and falling. "I am power earned, not gifted. I became one of you. Observant enough to pose as a Psychic, strong enough to survive your Trials. Over and over, I have proved myself worthy of your loyalty. "But I have faced far worse things than my own powerlessness." She lifts an arm, running fingers over the scar beneath her collarbone. "I once wore this carving with shame, but now it is proof of my survival. No ability could have withstood what I alone have." A smile touches her lips. "A king left his mark upon my heart, and now, I will leave mine across his kingdom." I've never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly right for me, for this kingdom, this hope of a united Ilya. And I fear I may forever be in awe of her. Looking at Paedyn Gray, I see a reckless sort of fearlessness, a power that swells from her vibrant soul. "The Plague runs through my blood, same as yours." Paedyn's voice is clear, carrying over the silent throne room. "But it did not bless me with strength, I took it." Stepping to the edge of the dais, she lets her gaze wander over the crowd. "I am Ordinary. Elite. A power of my choosing. And I will be your queen-all that I am and fiercely what I am not.

Everyone loses themselves to something. So make it worthwhile.' " ' And what did you lose yourself to?' ... 'Duty. Loyalty.' His lips quirk. 'A silver-haired pain in the ass.' 'And you think that's worth it? Losing yourself to an Ordinary?' ... 'Between the two of us, you're the only one who seems to care about that fact.' ... 'Of course I care.' My voice is rough, raw with emotion. 'I'm weak. I nearly died today and-' I place a hand to his cheek, turning his face towards me. 'Look at me, Kai. Look at what you chose to lose yourself to. I may have seemed strong in that throne room, but I always will be an impostor among the truly powerful.' He's shaking his head, hiding his gaze from me. Both of my hands are cupping his face now. 'I worry about you Malakai.' The sound of his full name has those gray eyes fluttering closed. 'If I die----' 'Stop.' 'If I die,' I repeat sternly, 'I need you to find something else worth losing yourself to. I won't let my impending death be yours as well.' I press my forehead to his, voice breaking as I say, 'Promise me that. Please.' 'Pae.' His voice is ragged. 'I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.' His fingers weave into my hair, slide along the back of my neck. 'You are my inevitable. In life and in death.