Sands Of Arawiya Quotes

We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves.

A thousand leagues and a thousand sands. For you, a thousand times I would defy the sun.

Heart of my heart. Moon of my soul.

If I told you my name, would you bow?” His voice was soft. A melancholy caress. He lifted his chin when understanding dawned on her face. “Or would you flee?

A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.

Be as victorious as the name I have given you, and bring the desert to its knees.

He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.

There is a certain beauty in chaos, magnificence in the uncontrollable.

Promise me,” Yasmine said softly, “that if you die, you will die fighting to return to me.

...and he laughed a laugh she loved more than the warmest of fires on the coldest of nights.

Knowledge without action is vanity, but action without knowledge is insanity.

Love is for children, said the girl. Death is for fools, said the shadow. Darkness is my destiny, said the boy. Allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle. Suffering is our fate, said the beauty. And they were all horribly wrong.

Darkness is my destiny.

There was nothing more respectable and dangerous than a woman of confidence.

But eyes couldn’t stay closed forever, unless one was dead. And the dead never dreamed.

Monsters preferred solitude.

You'll have me. No matter how thick the night, I will always be there to light your way.

They say the soul cannot rest until it finds its match. Then it ignites.

He didn't live. He existed. And no one understood the difference between the two until they ceased to live.

Together, we will raise the dunes from the earth, and rain death from the sky. Together, we are capable of anything.

They'll tell stories about us, he had said. There once was a boy with a future. Until all he had left was his past.

Death is the one thing certain in human life. Why does it still come as a surprise when it happens?

I am falling in love with you, and I don’t know how to stop.

Maybe the tiny lions were merely ornaments, a display of pride for the victory over a man who defied men, only to be slain by women.

If you want me obedient, prince, kill me and carry my corpse.

If you hurt her—” “If I hurt her, I will bring every weapon at my disposal and lay them at your feet for you to do to me what you will. If I hurt her, I will no sooner carve out my own heart than dare draw breath again.” She was silent. “Do you understand?” he prompted. “You love her.” No, he did not love her. The word for what he felt for Zafira bint Iskandar did not yet exist.

He would not fear the darkness. He was the darkness.

A monster. For a monster will always be enslaved to a master.

Darkness doesn’t need to be destroyed. We need the dark as much as we need light. It makes us bold, as much as it makes us afraid.” She smiled. “Darkness needs only to be tamed.

You’re like a room full of books. Every time I see you, I discover something new.

He knew of a person who would take her to the ends of the world, if only she would ask. He would take the stars from the sky and fashion them into a crown, if only she would have it.

Sometimes, when you live a life of captivity, trapped for so long, freedom becomes a thing to fear.

May your hearts remain entwined beyond death.

Men are like fish,” Kifah said, the break in her voice giving away her unease. “Shiny, and of little brain?” Zafira replied.

The first step to getting anywhere is believing you can.

Malevolence spilled from the woman like morning mist.

Emotions don’t define us. It’s what you do with them that’s important.

Tears aren’t a measure of heart. We grieve in different ways.

He came here for one act alone: murder.

Knowing you can lose something is what makes it more precious.

An empty life is a fate worse than death.

Tame me," he said in desperation. "Be mine, wholly and utterly.

Habibi. Hayati. Roohi. My love, my life, my soul, the words meant, but their meanings went deeper than that. Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough. Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the others life. Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibres of an existence.

I'll have to introduce you by saying, 'He's not always this grumpy. Then again, he's one of those people who talks less and murders more'.

How long did one have to live before death became a wish?

Feelings had transpired without permission, conspired without his brain, working with what was left of his heart.

People died because he lived.

People lived because she killed.

His mother used to say that a person without hope was a body without a soul.

He left behind half of his soul and the whole of his heart.

The beauty that withstands all. Stubborn in the harshest of atmospheres.

There once was a boy with a future. Until all he had left was his past.

All right’ is when you’re bleeding black but it’s not as bad as bleeding red. When the world crashes but you’re not alone when it does. When the darkness is absolute but you hunt down the smallest flame and coax it brighter. When you carve the good out of every bad and claim it a victory.

A flower. White and whiskered in a fringe of ice. Silken petals held together in a loose grip

He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars. (...) For that was what scars were, weren’t they? A remembrance of moments dark.

Do you understand, brother? You’ll have me. No matter how thick the night, I will always be there to light your way.

You are the compass in the storm, the guide in the dark. You will always find your way

Who decides what's out of reach, if not we ourselves?

This was pain worse than a sword. This was forgetting and then remembering everything afresh, the curse of memories.

The world thieves childhoods.

Men can be such beautiful trash,

That was life, wasn't it? A collection of moments, a menagerie of people. Everyone stranded everywhere, always.

A life without purpose is no life at all.

Prince of Death, Demenhune Hunter. Titles don’t tell you who a person is.

Only a fool wouldn’t love her. After all that she’s endured and all that she’s lost, she still fights for a world that failed her.

Should I sing prettily while I slit your throat?

The living can't survive with promises to the dead.

My girl will wield weapons, and she will wield them well, for it takes a special kind of courage to hold power and know when not to use it.

Confidence breeds freedom.

Remain in the shadows and serve the light.

They suffered alone. Quiet and brave. It was easy to believe that anyone who did not speak of suffering did not suffer.

Hope, he had learned, arrived swiftly, seeking to bloom in the darkest of places and in the most harrowing of times.

Wars could wage and swords could cut and arrows could pierce. None of them compared to the pain of a well-poised word.

Tell me, why do you hunt?" "For my people. To feed them." Zafira said. "No one can be that pure.

If I hurt her, I will bring every weapon at my disposal and lay them at your feet for you to do to me what you will. If I hurt her, I will no sooner carve out my own heart then dare draw breath again.

Death will be her companion. He's kept her safe all this time. Why stop now?

To my mother, for shaping my heart, and my father, for hardening it to steel

I just think that once you're bound to another, you change. That for the happiness of the one you love, and for your own, you change without knowing it.

If he's the darkness, then you're his moon, and the moon wasn't made to be caged.

...in this moment, we are two souls, marooned beneath the moon, hungry and alone, adrift in the current of what we do not understand. We hunt the flame, the light in the darkness, the good this world deserves... You remind me that hope is not lost.

Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough. Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the other’s life. Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibers of an existence.

If he was what it felt like to be lost to the darkness, she never wanted to be found again

That does not mean I cannot love a monster

If only you knew what it was like to feel the weight of your gaze,” he said, half to himself.

If you're going to save the world, you might as well do it in style!

Perhaps it’s meant to be accepted,” Nasir reflected quietly. “Not everything requires a battle, least of all grief.

Stranger isn’t it,” said Nasir, who was never one for contemplation. “How the darkness brought us together, and the light will let us fall apart?

What are you? To define is to limit.

We were not born to fight, but our cradles were built from struggles and hardship. Pens, swords, sticks—weapons shoved into our fists as soon as we’re old enough to grasp them. So we fight because the world will cut our throats otherwise. We fight, because we won’t go down without one.

He knew the weight of anguish that could drown a city in sand. He knew that look, that feeling. To watch a loved one suffer. To know one could have done so much but can now do nothing at all. It was the feeling that made him stop feeling.

I would rather die at a merciful hand then live a monstrous life.

Honor before heart, said the girl. Delicacy fosters death, said the lion. Destruction follows darkness, said the boy. Power begets pain, said the king. And they were all horribly right.

And I think she needs time to understand that flaws make us whole. Real. He’s not terrible, or a monster.

Only few can look at a monster and see it’s humanity.

Congratulations, Huntress. You're officially a murderer. Welcome to the club.

There was a kind of sand, rare in the desert, that appeared as harmless as normal sand until it sank beneath one’s feet, swallowing the unsuspecting, worsening the longer they did the opposite. That was how grief was. The longer one wallowed, the more it hungered.

Life was a dance to a tune he could not hear.

There were moments before moments, in which the world was framed in startling clarity, a defined before hurtling toward a horrible after. Moments in which the powerful were powerless, in which promises became failings. This was such a moment.

I did everything. Everything I could possibly do," Zafira gasped out. "Why? Why wasn't it enough?" Lana pulled her to her chest, and somehow, the tears fell faster, harder. She was supposed to be the stronger one. The one to hold them together. "The world has no right sitting on your shoulders, yet you've given it more than you will ever owe," Lana whispered. "You've done for it what a sultan would require a throne, a crown, and a thousand men to accomplish.

Strange, isn’t it,’ said Nasir, who was never one for contemplation. ‘How the darkness brought us together, and the light will let us fall apart?’ Zafira shook her head, looking among them. ‘We’re not falling apart. We hunted the flame on Sharr, set free the stars across the skies, but it was only ever the dawn of our zumra. Now we make sure that light doesn’t go out. Forever. Together.