The Heir Kiera Cass Quotes

I'm not sure anyone knows what they're looking for until they find it.

I only have one heart, and I'm saving it.

You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers. Most importantly, you can be queen and still be a bride.

There are some things you don't learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.

I’m smart and beautiful and strong. I don’t need to be rescued.

Fun math is an oxymoron.

When you know who matters most to you, giving things up, even yourself, doesn’t really feel like a sacrifice.

You know how your mother and I met,” Dad began. I rolled my eyes. “Everyone does. You two are practically a fairy tale.

Didn't they know who I was, what they'd trained me for? I was Eadlyn Schreave. No one was more powerful than me. So if they thought I was going down without a fight, they were sadly mistaken.

I kept thinking that I couldn't live my life for other people, that love was nothing but chains. And maybe it was, but so help me, I needed these chains.

I couldn’t help but notice it was always this way. At state events or important dinners, Mom was beside Dad or situated right behind him. But when they were just husband and wife—not king and queen—he followed her everywhere.

I'm happy, Ahren. I'm a princess. I have everything." "I think you're mistaking comfort for joy.

I’m not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you’ve been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still, somehow, you will find that you are enough.

Should I get more butter?" "Shut up, Eadlyn,

I’m not sure anyone knows what they’re looking for until they find it.

Your Highness," he greeted. "It's 'Royal Pain in the Ass' to you, sir.

I'm eighteen. I'm genetically encoded to fight with my parents.

failure meant having my life led by someone else.

It was a bubble of pure joy. There were no cameras around to capture it, no reporters to tell the world about it. And for some reason, that made it so much better.

I watched him go and told myself that the only reason I was smiling like that was because the cameras were hidden somewhere, not because of anything Kile Woodwork had done.

Love did nothing but break down defenses, and I could not afford that.

I never got to tell you so many things. Like how I wish I could command a room like you. It’s so impressive. Or how your eyes sparkle when you make a joke. It’s really pretty.

Welcome to the first ever Selection Variety Show, starring a bunch of losers competing for your attention.

You are Eadlyn Schreave. You are the next person in line to run this country, and you will be the first girl to do it on your own. No one,” I said, “is as powerful as you.

I didn't know it would be so easy to make you smile

Do you think that was good enough?" "I...um...don't know," "Just to be sure.

You can be brave and still be feminine. You can lead and still love flowers.

Are you all right? I know last night was kind of scary.” “I just didn’t expect it. It was asparagus. . . . He literally punched someone over a vegetable.” Kile laughed. “See, this is why you stick with butter.” “Oh, you and your stupid butter.” 

What was so wrong with me that I got rejected simply for being myself?

It's possible, my love, that you are the sun, and I feel your warmth as if I walk in the rays of your happiness, even from here.

I just didn't expect it. It was asparagus... He literally punched someone over a vegetable.

Between Dad’s confession that Mom wasn’t even supposed to be a choice and Mom’s revelation that she didn’t want to be a part of the choosing in the first place, I wondered how they had managed to find each other at all

It wasn’t all that long ago that he’d stood where I did, that my mom’s face was one of many in his world. And yet, despite all the impediments and all the time that had passed, they were still deeply in love. It was obvious in everything, from their shared room to the way they fretted over each other to the way they seemed to be incapable of not flirting with each other even after being married so long.

Our lovely Princess Eadlyn, It’s hard to rhyme your name. And though we really ticked you off, We love you all the same.

I was slow to pick up on their hints. I knew what the Selection was, but never, not even once, had it been suggested as an option for any of us, let alone me. "No." Mom put up her hands, cautioning me. "Just listen-" "A Selection?" I burst out. "That’s insane!" "Eadlyn, you're being irrational. " I glared at her. "You promised- you promised- you'd never force me into marrying someone for an alliance. How is this any better?" "Hear us out," she urged. "No!" I shouted. "I won't do it.

Go on a date or something, you need to get a life,

...your name will be in a history book one day, and some bored ten-year-old will memorize it for a test and then forget all about you. You have a job, just like everyone in the world. Stop acting like it makes you more or less than anyone else.

When my father is stern, no one chastises him. I don’t think it’s fair that when I act similarly, I’m seen as cruel. I’m making a huge decision, and I’m trying to be wise about it.

And this might also sound trivial, but I don't think you'd make attractive children." "Daddy!" I yelled, causing a bit of a stir. I buried my head in my hand as Dad doubled over in laughter. "I'm just saying!

It's true, I'd planned to wait

I could not hold my breath for seven minutes. I couldn’t even make it to one. I once tried to run a mile in seven minutes after hearing some athletes could do it in four but failed spectacularly when a side stitch crippled me about halfway in. However, there was one thing I managed to do in seven minutes that most would say is quite impressive: I became queen. By seven tiny minutes I beat my brother, Ahren, into the world, so the throne that ought to have been his was mine. Had I been born a generation earlier, it wouldn’t have mattered. Ahren was the male, so Ahren would have been the heir. Alas, Mom and Dad couldn’t stand to watch their firstborn be stripped of a title by an unfortunate but rather lovely set of breasts. So they changed the law, and the people rejoiced, and I was trained day by day to become the next ruler of Illéa.

I think you're mistaking comfort for joy.

I hope one of those books is a primer on etiquette. You seriously need a refresher.” “You’re not queen yet, Eadlyn. Take it down a notch.” He walked away, and I was furious with myself for not getting the last word.

Two of them have asked in the most circumspect and quiet ways possible if there was a chance that you prefer women.” I let out a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Of course, because the only way I could possibly like men is if I bowed down at their feet?

I'm not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you've been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still, somehow, you will find that you are enough.

I remembered how angry I was when I saw his name come up the day of the drawing, like I was being cheated somehow. Now I didn't care how that form ended up in the pile; I was just glad it did. I hoped that he felt the same way.

But . . . maybe I could find something. Maybe there would be one person who’d still want to kiss me when I had a runny nose or would rub my shoulders after a long day of meetings. Maybe I could find someone who didn’t seem so scary, who made letting him past the wall seem natural. But all that still could be asking for too much.

When you know who matters most to you, giving things up, even yourself, doesn't really feel like a sacrifice.

The calls are for updates and to see how her day went. The letters are for the things I can’t always say out loud.

I really hope so. Partly because, yes, we're duty bound to produce heirs. But also... I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter finger-prints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you." - Maxon Schreave

I didn’t realize you thought I was so flawed.” I stood, turning away. “Eadlyn, that’s not what I’m saying.” “It is. That’s fine.” I made my way to the door. The accusation filled me with so much rage I could barely stand it. “Eadlyn, darling, we want you to be the best queen you can be, that’s all,” she pleaded. “I will,” I answered, one foot in the hallway. “And I certainly don’t need a boy to show me how to do that.

I walked over to Osten, who looked like he was itching to climb on something. “What are you up to today?” I asked. “I don’t know.” “Go find the Selected guys and ask them awkward questions. Report back.” He laughed and went running. “Where’s he off to?” Dad asked quietly. “Nowhere.

Blakely, isn't it?" "Ye-" His voice squeaked and he started again. "Yes, Your Highness." "When we met, you couldn't stop staring at my breasts." His face went pale, as if he seriously thought he was so subtle no one would notice. "Make sure you get an equally satisfactory look at my backside as you leave.

My Selection wasn’t a farce, but it wasn’t that far off. My father chose all the contestants by hand, picking young women with political alliances, influential families, or enough charm to make the entire country worship the ground they walked on. He knew he had to make it varied enough to seem legit, so there were three Fives thrown into the mix but nothing below that. The Fives were meant to be little more than throwaways to keep anyone from being suspicious.” I realized my mouth was gaping open and shut it immediately. “Mom?” “Was meant to be gone almost immediately. Truth be told, she barely made it past my father ’s attempts to sway my opinion or remove her himself. And look at her now.” His whole face changed. “Though it was hard for me to imagine, she is even more beloved as queen than my mother. She has made four beautiful, intelligent, strong children. And she has been the source of every happiness in my life.

Maybe there would be one person who'd still want to kiss me when I had a runny nose or would rub my shoulders after a long day of meetings.

I’m happy, Ahren. I’m the princess. I have everything.” “I think you’re mistaking comfort for joy.

People will throw food at me, people will throw words at me, and I have to be stronger than that if I’m going to survive.

I loved those little bits of luxury in my day. Dresses made to my exact measurements, exotic desserts flown in simply because it was Thursday, and an endless supply of beautiful things were all perks; and they were easily my favorite parts of the job.

Sir Kile, you're lived in the palace your whole life," Gavril said, walking across the stage. "How do you think your life might change were you to become prince?" "Id definitely need to focus more on my hygiene." "Pfffft!" I covered my mouth, so embarrassed, but I couldn't stop laughing. "Oh! Sounds like someone over there agrees.

But I don’t want to get married,” I pleaded. “Please don’t make me do this. I’m only eighteen.” “Which is how old I was when I married your father,” Mom stated.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you were actually the ringleader of an all-girl mafia.

The truth is, I’m still getting to know most of them,

Ivan held both hands in front of him as if this was very serious. “My current approach is using one fork for each bite and then making a pile of them in the middle of the table.

This time, I felt like I was on the other side of that, looking past duty and worry and rank, seeing the true heart of a person. And his was so beautiful.

I just didn’t expect it. It was asparagus. . . . He literally punched someone over a vegetable.

I'm not as good at showing my emotions as other girls, so it comes across like I don't care, even when I do. I like to keep things to myself.

it was almost like this terrible thing had made life a little better.

His caramel-colored hair was brushed back, and he walked with his hands in his pockets, as if he’d strolled down these halls before. His demeanor actually threw me for a second. Was he here to meet me, or was I here to meet him?

I woke early the next morning, well before the others, and smiled at my brothers, my protectors. The sister in me wanted to stay. But the princess in me got up and went to prepare for the new day.

Josie huffed. “I hate you.” I pointed to the door. “Yes, and you can do that from your room just as well as from here.

I didn’t have to worry about her, which was why she couldn’t leave the palace one day. What about me?

You are so spoiled, and you are so obnoxious . . . but I’m here.

I’ve been with Camille a long time, and even if everything ended tomorrow, I’d be a better person because of her. There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk to me like that, Eadlyn. I’m fourteen, not four. I read all the papers, and I pay attention at the Reports. I speak more languages than you, and I’m learning all the things you have without anyone making me do it. Don’t act like you’re better than me. I’m a prince.” I sighed. “Yes, but I will be queen,” I corrected, sipping my coffee. I really didn’t need this right now.

When we met, you couldn't stop staring at my breasts." His face went pale, as if he seriously thought he was so subtle no one would notice. "Make sure you get an equally satisfactory look a my backside as you leave.

I couldn't believe it had taken me all these years to see this side of him. He tucked himself inside a shell, shutting himself away from others here because the palace had trapped him. Behind the books and the snippy remarks there was a curious, engaging, and sometimes very charming person.

Ahren looked at Camille like she hung the sun in the sky every morning. It was beautiful, the way he watched her, enchanted by every breath that came out of her mouth.

I think aggression is a sign of weakness. I'm always more impressed when people can end something with words.

I'm not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you've been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still. somehow, you will find that you are enough.

I'm Eadlyn Schreave and no one in the world is as powerful as me.

Everyone keeps saying that: it might be good for me. What does that even mean? I’m smart and beautiful and strong. I don’t need to be rescued.

No creo que nadie sepa lo que busca hasta que lo encuentra.

Non so se il fato o il destino esistano davvero, però posso dirti che a volte quello che speri sembra volerti sfuggire. Eppure, in un modo o nell'altro, scoprirai che puoi farcela.

What is so wrong with me that I got rejected simply for being myself?

You ought to be looking where you're going. A gentleman would offer his hand right now.... ... Eadlyn, you've never thought I was a gentleman. True.

I feel so rude-O don't even know your name. He bowed. I'm Erik. Erik? Yes. Huh. I expected something a bit different. He shrugged. Well, that's the closet translation.

It seemed like the times when we were silent were some of the easiest.

Stupid Swendish baker with his stupid spices.

I only have one heart and I'm saving it

Ahren grunted, holding his hand. "That hurts! Ow, that really hurts!

This was why love was terrible idea: it made you weak. And there was no one in the world as powerful as me.

See, it’s just a matter of looking at the lines and doing the math.” “Ugh, more math. I do enough of that as it is.” He laughed. “But this is fun math.” “Fun math is an oxymoron.” Kile

I fully believed my current state was not my fault, not even in the slightest. I knew who to point the finger at, and they were all other Schreaves. I blamed Mom and Dad for not being able to get the country under control and forcing me into this situation, and I blamed Ahren for trying to get me to consider these boys in the first place.

Eadlyn, you're under a lot of stress. We understand. And short of becoming an ax murderer, there's nothing you could do to make me love you less." I laughed. "An ax murderer? That's your limit?" "Well...maybe even then." She winked at me.

Are you all right? I know last night was kind of scary.” “I just didn’t expect it. It was asparagus. . . . He literally punched someone over a vegetable.” Kile laughed. “See, this is why you stick with butter.” “Oh, you and your stupid butter.

You all right, sis?” Kaden asked, pausing between heaping spoonfuls of oatmeal. “Of course.” “You look a little stressed.” “You would, too, if you were going to run the country,” I teased. “Sometimes I think about that,” he said, getting all serious. “Like, what if a disease swept over all of Illéa, and you and Mom and Dad and Ahren got sick and died. Then I’d be in charge and have to figure out everything on my own.” In my periphery I saw Dad lean forward, listening to his son. “That’s a little morbid, Kaden.” Kaden shrugged. “It’s always good to plan ahead.” I

I let out a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Of course, because the only way I could possibly like men is if I bowed down at their feet?

How can the truth make anything worse?

Hay ciertas cosas que uno no aprende de sí mismo hasta que otra persona entra en el rincón más íntimo de su corazón

Me alegro muchísimo de haberte conocido. Da lo mismo cómo acabe todo esto; siempre estaré agradecida de que nuestros caminos se hayan cruzado.