Rhysand Acotar Quotes

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.

There you are. I've been looking for you.

I want to share this bed with you, though," I breathed. "I want you to hold me." Stars flickered to life in his eyes. "Always," he promised, kissing my brow, his wings now enveloping me completely. "Always.

—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.

I looked ahead, toward that laugh, that light—and that vision of the future Feyre had shown me, more beautiful than anything I could have ever wished for—anything I had wished for, on those long-ago, solitary nights with only the stars for company. A dream still unanswered—but not forever.

He smiled for a heartbeat longer. I had never seen anyone so handsome-and never had so many warning bells pealed in my head because of it.

Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.

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

Rhys's voice was raw as he said to the floor, "What did you paint for yourself?" ... "I painted the night sky.

Nests rolled her eyes, and the gesture was so normal that Cassian's smile became more genuine, edged now with relief. You wear your heart for all so see, brother, Rhys said without turning Cassian's way. Cassian only shrugged. He was past caring.

For between us, faint and soft, hidden so none might find it... between us lay a whisper of color, and joy, of light and shadow- a whisper of her. Our bond.

Let's rattle the stars.

And from the way darkness seemed to ripple from him, from those violet eyes that burned like stars.

Before I could elbow him, Rhys kissed me again, breathless and swift. To the starts who listen, Feyre. I brushed a hand over his cheek to wipe away the last of his tears, his skin warm and soft, and we turned down the street that would lead us home. Toward our future- and all that waited within it. To the dreams that are answered, Rhys.

—Porque cuando se escriban las leyendas, no quería que me recordarán como alguien que escurrió el bulto. Quiero que mi futuro hijo sepa que yo estuve ahí, que pelee contra Amarantha al final, aunque mis esfuerzos de poco sirvieran. Parpadeé, y esta vez no era por el brillo del sol. —Porque —continuó él, los ojos fijos en los míos— no queria que pelearas sola. O murieras sola.

Pity those who don’t feel anything at all’ - Rhysand.

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.

Go into her mind to take the pain away," Madja said to Rhys, who blinked in confirmation, the cursed, as if scolding himself for not thinking of it sooner. Cassian looked across the bed, to where Elain was holding Feyre's other hand, and Nesta held Elain's. Rhys said to his mate, "Feyre darling-" "No good-byes," Feyre panted. "No good-byes, Rhys.

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

[...] —Me tocó la nariz—. Y, Feyre —agregó con un murmullo dulce—, no me gusta que toqueteen lo que me pertenece. –Capítulo 39, pág. 383

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.

E ora, Rhysand, voglio che tu sappia che ti amo. Voglio che tu sappia... Voglio che tu sappia che sono frantumata e non sono ancora guarita del tutto, ma che ogni parte del mio cuore ti appartiene. E ne sono onorata... Onorata di essere la tua Metà. -Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 55.

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

What did he look like?” she asked. “Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,

Mi incanta quando mi guardi così." "Così come?" "Come se il mio potere non fosse qualcosa da cui fuggire. Come se vedessi solo me." -Rhysand e Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 48.

I'm sorry I didn't find a way to spare you from what happened Under the Mountain," Rhys said with equal quiet. "From dying. From wanting to die." I began to shake my head, but he said, "I have two kinds of nightmares: the ones where I'm again Amarantha's whore or my friends are... And the ones where I hear your neck snap and see the light leave your eyes.

—Porque cuando se escriban las leyendas, no quería que me recordarán como alguien que escurrió el bulto. Quiero que mi futuro hijo sepa que yo estuve ahí, que pelee contra Amarantha al final, aunque mis esfuerzos de poco sirvieran. Parpadeé, y esta vez no era por el brillo del sol. —Porque —continuó él, los ojos fijos en los míos— no queria que pelearas sola. O murieras sola.” –Capítulo 46, pág. 451

They're not going to ask for your permission like that Night Court dude.

La vita è migliore quando ci sei tu in giro. E guarda che bella scrittura che hai. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 25.

Lo sai che, se cadessi, ti salverei la vita prima che tu colpisca il terreno," "Ma aspetteresti l'ultimo istante?" "Forse" -Rhysand e Feyre

Ucciderò chiunque ti faccia del male" rinchiò Rhys. "Lo ucciderò e ci metterò moltissimo tempo. Forza. Odiami, disprezzami per questo." -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 43.

Tu si che sei una con un'alta opinione di se stessa." "Perchè non dovrei? Tu sembri trovare difficile non guardarmi giorno e notte." -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 38.

Credevi che sarei andata via con lui?" "Ho sentito ogni parola che vi siete detti. Sapevo che potevi badare a te stessa, eppure... Eppure mi sono ritrovato a decidere che. se avessi preso la sua mano, avrei trovato un modo per sopportarlo. Sarebbe stata una tua scelta." "E se mi avesse portata via a forza?" "Allora avrei fatto a pezzi il mondo per riaverti." -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 48.

Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed. But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, "Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.

Tu mi prepareresti del cibo?" "Lo scalderei, non so cucinare. Mi ami?" Rhys annuì. E mi chiesi se "amore" non fosse una parola troppo blanda per quello che provava, quello che aveva fatto per me. Per quello che provavo io. Gli misi davanti la ciotola. "Allora mangia" -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 54.

Penso di essermi innamorato di te nell'istante in cui capii che stavi spaccando quelle ossa per creare una trappola per il Verme di Middengard. O forse quando mi mostrasti il dito medio perchè ti avevo preso in giro. Mi ricordavi tanto Cassian. Avevo voglia di ridere per la prima volta da decenni. Mi innamorai di te, saccentona, perchè eri una di noi. Perchè non avevi paura di me, e perchè decidesti di completare la tua vittoria spettacolare lanciando quel pezzo d'osso ad Amarantha come se fosse un giavellotto. In quel momento percepii lo spirito di Cassian accanto a me e avrei potuto giurare di sentirlo dire: "Se non la sposi tu, stupido stronzo, la sposerò io. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 55.

My darkness sang his own a lullaby

Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.

Quindi sono la tua cacciatrice e la tua ladra?" "Tu sei la mia salvezza, Feyre." -Feyre e Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 19.

ieri sera Cassian ha cercato di persuadermi a non portarti qui. A un certo punto ho pensato che stesse per darmi un pugno. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 20.

Deberías sentir lástima por los que no sienten nada.

I love you," I said, and stabbed him

-Whore I may be, but not without my reasons.

Ti ha rinchiusa perchè sapeva... quel bastardo sapeva che tesoro sei. Sapeva che vali più della terra o dell'oro o dei gioielli. Lo sapeva e voleva tenerti tutta per sé. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 33.

In quanto a questa. E' mia. E se uno di voi le mette una mano addosso, perderà quella mano. E poi la testa. E quando Feyre avrà finito di ucciderlo, io gli macinerò le ossa fino a ridurle in polvere. -Rhysand, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 45.

Non permettere che ti veda piangere. Appoggiati alle mani e alzati. Non potevo. Non riuscivo a muovermi. Alzati. Non darle la soddisfazione di vederti crollare. -Feyre, Corte di Rose e Spine. Capitolo 40

La felicità sul suo viso, l'evidente soddisfazione che poteva dare solo una giornata passata a fare un lavoro che si amava mi colpirono come una pietra. Ricordavo di essermi sentita così. Dopo aver dipinto dal mattino alla sera. Un tempo non avevo desiderato altro per me. -Feyre, Corte di Nebbia e Furia. Capitolo 29.

- Bo byłaś na skraju poddania się - odparł zachrypniętym głosem Rhysand - A ja nie potrafiłem znaleźć innego sposoby aby cię uratować.

Hello, Feyre Darling <3

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

Quiero que sepas que yo también estoy rota y me estoy curando, pero cada pedazo de mi corazón te pertenece.

I never get why white men are grumpy. Like, we’re living in a patriarchy. You’re the most privileged class on the face of the earth. You’re not walking to your car with your keys through your fingers like wolverine and you’ve got bodily autonomy, why the bad mood?” “What did he look like?” she asked. “Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,” I said, putting my straw between my teeth.

I never get why white men are grumpy. Like, we’re living in a patriarchy. You’re the most privileged class on the face of the earth. You’re not walking to your car with your keys through your fingers like wolverine and you’ve got bodily autonomy, why the bad mood?” “What did he look like?” she asked. “Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,

Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,” I said, putting my straw between my teeth.

What did he look like?” she asked. “Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,” I said, putting my straw between my teeth. “No…” “I swear to God. Hold on, I’ll google him, see if I can find a picture.

There you are, I've been looking for you.

It’s fine,' he said, but that mental voice sounded breathless. 'It means nothing. It’s just your body reacting.

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

To the stars that listen and the dreams that are answered

Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,

Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,” I said,

What did he look like?” she asked. “Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,” I said, putting my straw between my teeth.

Whore I may be, but not without my reasons.