The Crown Kiera Cass Quotes

Maybe it's not the first kisses that are supposed to be special. Maybe it's the last ones.

She smiled. “Not wanting the crown means you’re probably the best person to have it.

This is a dandelion, " I told him. He shrugged. "I know. Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.

You have to embrace the idea of imperfection, even if the thing that is most perfect for you.

Beauty is subjective. You know how sometimes what makes a person attractive is the way they make you laugh or how it seems like they can read your mind?

She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. In her hands was a sign that said RED-HEADS RULE! with a little crown painted in the corner and tiny stars everywhere. I knew I was the only redhead in the competition, and I noticed that her hair and mine were very nearly the same shade.

You have to do whatever it takes to be with the person you love.

But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster.

And I want us to find our own thing or maybe find out that our own thing is everything, because I feel like if I have him, even the stupid stuff would matter

He smiled. “You are always just Eadlyn. And you are always the queen. You are everything to everyone. And infinitely more to me.” - Erik

Nothing makes you quite so aware of a person's presence as the loss of it.

Your impression of everyone is probably wrong in some way.

I clutched my chest, feeling my heart racing. “You treacherous, treacherous thing. What have you done?

Grandma Singer was a fearsome creature. If we ever did have a war under my rule, my plan was to send her to the front lines. She’d come home holding the enemy by his ear within a week.

Break the stupid rule, Eadlyn. Marry the man you love. If he’s good enough for you to approve of, then I certainly do. And if the people don’t, that can be their problem. Because who are you?” “I’m Eadlyn Schreave, and no one in the world is as powerful as me,” I blurted without thought. He nodded. “Damn right you are.

It was a delicious feeling, falling in love. I'd had so many luxuries in my life, and I thought I'd had a taste of this before, but I realized now it was merely a cheap imitation of something not meant to be imitated in the first place.

Not wanting the crown means you’re probably the best person to have it.

Vain koska pyysit, hauska nainen.

Focus less on what people say and more on what you can accomplish.

But your life is yours, singular and sacred, and you should be with the person who makes it feel that way every blessed second you live it.

Ah yes, the man or the crown. I'm afraid some can't tell the difference.

If you want the crown, America, take it. Take it. Because it should be yours.

Love. Like clothes, I had guessed it was something that fit no two people exactly the same way. I was still unsure what the word looked like for me, but I sensed that sooner or rather than later, it would be fully defined. All that remained to be seen was if I could be satisfied with the definition.

Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you've been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.

I think we need food.” “As long as I don’t have to cook it.” He threw his arm around my shoulder as we turned back to the palace. It felt like a very boyfriendish thing to do. “But we did so great last time.” “All I learned about was butter.” “Then you know everything.

What about you? Full name?” I sighed. “There was some debate over middle names, so it’s Eadlyn Helena Margarete Schreave.” “That’s a mouthful,” he teased. “It’s pretentious, too. My name literally means ‘princess shining pearl.’” He tried to hide his smile. “Your parents named you Princess?” “Yes. Yes, I am Queen Princess Schreave, thank you.” “I shouldn’t laugh.” “And yet you do.

At the end of the day, I can't force any of you to treat people the way you should. But it should be on your conscience that whatever law I pass won't do much unless each of you takes it upon yourself to show kindness to your fellow citizens.

Need I remind you that this Selection was your idea?” She sighed. “Listen to your daughter,” Dad said. “Very smart girl. Gets it from me.” “Don’t you want some more sleep?” she asked flatly. “No, I’m feeling very refreshed,” he said. I wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to continue the conversation or if he felt he needed to keep his attention on Mom. Either way, he was clearly lying. “Dad, you look like death punched you in the face.” “You must get that from me, too.” “Dad!

Henri grabbed my face, looking deeply into my eyes. "Love you," he vowed. "Love you." Then he turned and clutched Eikko's arm. "And love you. My good friend. Very good friend.

...no matter if and when they parted, the would never be separated. Not really.

I realize I’m in no position to tell you what to do,” he said, “but you seem to handle things much better when you think about them less. Get out of your head. Trust your gut. Trust your heart.” “I’m terrified of my heart.” I didn’t mean to say those words out loud, but there was something about him that made this room, and this moment, the only place I could ever admit to the truth. He leaned down by my ear and whispered, “There’s nothing there to fear.” 

I am slow here," Henri said, pointing to his mouth. "Not here." He pointed to his eyes.

Dad has been exhausted. Mom has never slowed down. You were in love, and I tried to talk you out of it. There’s a word for what I am, but I’m too much of a lady to say it.

We would live together and weave out lives into one another's and hold on to a sacred sisterhood that only a handful of women ever experienced.

But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning as much a beauty as it is a disaster.

Pfft.” Dad turned to her. “What do you know about picking husbands? Last time you tried that, you got stuck with me.” She smiled and hit his arm. “You two are so gross, you ruin everything.” I spun and headed toward the door.

I’ve been so foolish,” I said, my breath catching. I’d fought hard against the tears, but I couldn’t anymore. “I kept letting the crown scare me out of wanting you. I told myself that you didn’t really matter to me. I kept thinking that you had lied to me or tricked me, that you didn’t trust me or care about me enough. I let myself believe that I wasn’t important to you.” I stared at his handsome face. “One look at your back says you’d do damn near anything for me. And I threw it away. I just threw it away. . . .

Just remember, your mother doesn't let things happen to her. When something tries to ruin her life, she drags it into the street.

They slow dance when it rains. I have no idea why, but every time the sky turns gray, you’ll find them together.” I smiled. “I remember once Dad barged into the Women’s Room, which is completely improper. You’re supposed to be invited in. But it was raining, and he wasn’t going to wait to sweep her away. And one time he dipped her in the hallway, and she just laughed and laughed. She was still wearing her hair down then, and I’ll never forget how it looked like a waterfall of red. It’s like no matter what happens, they can find themselves again there.

i was fine not liking you. i was fine not liking anyone. and now i'm in the middle of this and so lost i can hardly think straight. but now that you matter, and i don't know what to do about it. - Eadlyn

No, actually. It’s like they’re two halves of the same heart in different bodies.

Neena leaned over. “Now, which of your top five do you think would be the most eager baby maker? Should we put that on a checklist?” Even my most violent glare did nothing to diminish her giddiness. “Don’t forget, I can call in a firing squad at any moment if I like.” “You can call that firing squad whenever you want, but I’ve got Grandma on my side, so I’ve got nothing to worry about.

I still couldn't see any rhyme or reason to fighting through countless obstacles for love only to have it leave you powerless in the end.

It makes the idea of in sickness and in health that much more real to see it play out in front of you.

And when he realized I was on my way, his gaze flew up to mine. In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved. The world woke up when I looked at him.

I grew up thinking that they were a fairy tale, you know? It turns out they were just like anyone else. Somehow that makes it even more magical.

In an instant, everything in the room came alive. Like the sunshine had a melody and the sounds of footsteps had a texture I could feel in my fingertips each time anyone moved

En voi

It was a delicious feeling, falling in love.

I didn't want to be a princess.' 'Really?' 'Really.' She smiled. 'Not wanting the crown means you're probably the best person to have it.

I smiled, thinking that Hale and I were in very similar situations: charging headlong into the future with no guarantee of a happily ever after. All the same, it meant something that we ran, didn’t it? I liked to think so.

I breathed. It was the only way to get from any moment to the next. Breathe in, breathe out.

Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

You have to do whatever it takes to be with the person you love. Love, like gloves, I had guessed was something that fit no two people the exact same way.

I'd wondered how it was possible to magically find a soul mate in a random group of boys.

It was like being alone without being alone.

Ean seems like the ‘not here to make friends’ type, but I don’t think anyone could go through this without getting close to someone. It’s too hard. As difficult as it is for me, I know it’s just as bad for you all.” “We definitely get the better end of the deal though,” he said, winking at my reflection. I tilted my head. “I don’t know about that. The more I think about it, the sadder I get about having to send all but one of you away. I’ll miss having you here.” “Have you considered a harem?” he said, deadpan. I bent over in laughter and was rewarded with a pin stabbing my waist. “Ow!” “Sorry! I shouldn’t joke when there are needles around.

And you are very capable. Don't let a tiny group of people with no idea of how to reasonably voice their opinions undermine your confidence.

Disagreements don’t mean a loss of compassion.

If I could face reporters and dignitaries, I could face a boy.

You can be quiet and go back to kissing me, or you can leave.

My country can never be taken away from me now; I'd happily given it away.

‪Your life is yours, singular and sacred, and you should be with the person who makes it feel that way every blessed second you live it.

I just remembered I could lead and still like flowers.

Have the doctors checked on you yet?” She shook her head. “I asked them to come again once he’s rested a little. I’ll get back to my room soon enough.” Of course. Of course the woman who just had a heart attack could spare getting herself to a more comfortable place so her husband could take a nap. Seriously, even if I did find someone, could it ever compare to them?

It’s a funny thing to be the product of a fairy-tale romance. It’s another thing to think you might find one yourself. You can read the stories and watch the movies, and you can think you know how it’s all supposed to unfold. But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster. Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you’ve been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

IT’S A FUNNY THING TO be the product of a fairy-tale romance. It’s another thing to think you might find one yourself. You can read the stories and watch the movies, and you can think you know how it’s all supposed to unfold. But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster. Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you’ve been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes'.

I don't think I realized how hard I'd been running until I had to stop

Just remember, your mother doesn’t let things happen to her. When something tries to ruin her life, she drags it into the street.

All I ever learned about was butter." "Then you know everything

You are everything to everyone. And infinitely more to me.

See there,” she said, pointing to my eyes. “Not the same color, but the same determination. And your lips, they have the same hopeful smile. I know you have your grandmother’s coloring, but you’re your mother’s daughter, through and through.

Mom let out a wistful sigh. “Finally out of the spotlight and into the background,” she said. “I’ve missed it there.” “People will still watch, my dear,” Dad said. “Just try to keep your chin up tonight, and I’ll be right beside you if you need me.” “So, same as always?” He smiled. “Same as always.” “Look, I don’t plan to kick you out or anything, but if you insist on being mushy all the time, I’ll have you in a cottage faster than you can say P-D-A.

I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to marry Henri. I want to marry Eikko.” “Who?” “Erik. His translator. I’m in love with him, and I want to marry him. And even though he hates having his picture taken, I want to take a thousand so I can put him on my wall and wake up to us laughing every day, just like you do with Mom. And I want him to make me doughnuts, just like his mom does for his dad. Even if I have to let out all my dresses. And I want us to find our own thing or maybe find out that our own thing is everything, because I feel like if I have him, even the stupid stuff would matter.

saying—” Lady Brice’s next words were lost because, without any warning, Grandma flung the door open. “You really need to ask permission first,” a guard warned her in a hushed tone. She kept walking toward me. “Well, my girl, it’s time for me to head out.” “So soon?” I asked, embracing her. “I can never stay too long. Your mother is recovering from a heart attack, and she still has the audacity to order me around. I know she’s the queen,” she conceded, raising her hands in the air in surrender, “but I’m her mother, and that trumps queen any day.” I laughed. “I’ll remember that for down the road.” “You do that,” she said, rubbing my cheek. “And if you don’t mind, get yourself a husband as soon as you can. I’m not getting any younger, and I’d like to see at least one great-grandchild before I’m dead.” She stared at my stomach and shook her finger. “Don’t let me down.” “Ooooookay, Grandma. 

And my approval is hanging on by a thread as it is.

If there is one thing I hope my leaving home proves, he said seriously,"it's that you have to do whatever it takes to be with the person you love.

It took only one charged second to hear the heart that I'd had so little faith in.

They might have gone through their lives with much less than I have, but they have enriched my life in ways I can't begin to express.

like drops of poison so small someone didn’t realize they’d ingested something dangerous until it had overtaken them. “Anyway,

The world woke up when I looked at him.

I’m a lot of things. Infatuated, frightened, desperate, hopeful. It’d be nice to add ‘in love’ to the list.

I’m Eadlyn Schreave, and no one in the world is as powerful as me,” I blurted without thought. He nodded. “Damn right you are.

Look closer. You probably have friends in places you never expected.

Coddly slammed a fist on the table. “No one will take you seriously if you do not act decisively.” There was a beat of silence after his voice stopped echoing around the room, and the entire table sat motionless. “Fine,” I responded calmly. “You’re fired.” Coddly laughed, looking at the other gentlemen at the table. “You can’t fire me, Your Highness.” I tilted my head, staring at him. “I assure you, I can. There’s no one here who outranks me at the moment, and you are easily replaceable.” Though she tried to be discreet, I saw Lady Brice purse her lips together, clearly determined not to laugh. Yes, I definitely had an ally in her. “You need to fight!” he insisted. “No,” I answered firmly. “A war would add unnecessary strain to an already stressful moment and would cause an upheaval between us and the country we are now bound to by marriage. We will not fight.” Coddly lowered his chin and squinted. “Don’t you think you’re being too emotional about this?” I stood, my chair screeching behind me as I moved. “I’m going to assume that you aren’t implying by that statement that I’m actually being too female about this. Because, yes, I am emotional.” I strode around the opposite side of the table, my eyes trained on Coddly. “My mother is in a bed with tubes down her throat, my twin is now on a different continent, and my father is holding himself together by a thread.” Stopping across from him, I continued. “I have two younger brothers to keep calm in the wake of all this, a country to run, and six boys downstairs waiting for me to offer one of them my hand.” Coddly swallowed, and I felt only the tiniest bit of guilt for the satisfaction it brought me. “So, yes, I am emotional right now. Anyone in my position with a soul would be. And you, sir, are an idiot. How dare you try to force my hand on something so monumental on the grounds of something so small? For all intents and purposes, I am queen, and you will not coerce me into anything.” I walked back to the head of the table. “Officer Leger?” “Yes, Your Highness?” “Is there anything on this agenda that can’t wait until tomorrow?” “No, Your Highness.” “Good. You’re all dismissed. And I suggest you all remember who’s in charge here before we meet again.

The moon was rising higher outside, the stars glittering around it like diamonds, though it was plain to see that they weren’t all white. Some were blue or yellow, some pinkish red. The night sky was the best dressed lady at court, the stars her finest dress and the moon her perfect crown.

I should have known,” I said. “Silence seemed smart, but now he’s made this huge.” Mr. Rasmus grunted. “We need a plan.” “We have a plan,” I snapped. “Is there anything we really could have done besides marrying me off faster?” General Leger stood with his back against a bookshelf, still staring at the blank screen. “We could kill him.” I sighed. “I really don’t want that to be my go-to move.

IT’S A FUNNY THING TO be the product of a fairy-tale romance. It’s another thing to think you might find one yourself. You can read the stories and watch the movies, and you can think you know how it’s all supposed to unfold. But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster. Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you’ve been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

He paused, looking pained, and I took some consolation in the fact that he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. “When I found I had feelings for someone else.” At least that was easier to handle than my initial worry. “Carrie?” He shook his head. “Ean.” I was driven to absolute silence. Ean? Like, Ean Ean? I

It was impossible not to see all the gears turning in his head. It was also easy to see the moment he stopped thinking and nodded yes anyway.

What ? said Josie, able to hear her name if it was so much as tapped out in Morse code on a different continent.

know how to lead. I was a twin who was on her own. I was a daughter with missing parents. I had a half dozen suitors and wasn’t sure how to be in love. The

I found I had feelings for someone else.” At least that was easier to handle than my initial worry. “Carrie?” He shook his head. “Ean.

A minute down the road, my flower crown flew off behind me and landed somewhere in the dark.

I kept letting the crown scare me out of wanting you. I told myself that you didn’t really matter to me. I kept thinking that you had lied to me or tricked me, that you didn’t trust me or care about me enough. I let myself believe that I wasn’t important to you...One look at your back says you’d do damn near anything for me. And I threw it away. I just threw it away ….

You have to embrace the idea of imperfection, even in the thing that is most perfect for you. Your brother whisked away a girl and got married in a whirlwind and could be discovering right now that she snores so loudly, he can’t even sleep.” I

It’s a funny thing to be the product of a fairy-tale romance. It’s another thing to think you might find one yourself. You can read the stories and watch the movies, and you can think you know how it’s all supposed to unfold. But the truth is, love is as much fate as it is planning, as much a beauty as it is a disaster. Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you’ve been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

My mother is in a bed with tubes down her throat, my twin is now on a different continent, and my father is holding himself together by a thread.” Stopping across from him, I continued. “I have two younger brothers to keep calm in the wake of all this, a country to run, and six boys downstairs waiting for me to offer one of them my hand.” Coddly swallowed, and I felt only the tiniest bit of guilt for the satisfaction it brought me. “So, yes, I am emotional right now. Anyone in my position with a soul would be. And you, sir, are an idiot. How dare you try to force my hand on something so monumental on the grounds of something so small? For all intents and purposes, I am queen, and you will not coerce me into anything.

Let's be honest-we're a pretty intense bunch, yeah? Osten laughed, and Kaden's expression brightend. "But whatever we put her through, it was welcome. She'd rather have forced me to learn penmanship than never have had a daughter. She'd rather have been your living encyclopedia than not connect with us. She'd rather have begged you to sit still than have had only three children. None of this is because of us," I promised.