Top 100 Marie Rutkoski Quotes
#1. Why would one ever be so insane as to ditch a perfectly beautiful metaphor? Cut back, of course, prune if you like, so that the best metaphors are clear and sparkling. But I will throw out unread the book that promises me no metaphors inside.
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#2. She reminded herself bitterly that this was what curiosity had bought her: fifty keystones for a singer who refused to sing, a friend who wasn't her friend, some one who was hers and yet would never be hers.
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#3. Kestrel had bought a life, and loved it, and sold it.
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#4. She entered Roshar's tent. "I need your help." Blinking, he propped himself up on his bed. He said groggily, "And I need a real door. With a lock.
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#5. He led her to the dressing room, opened the wardrobe, and riffled through her clothes. He pulled out a black tunic, leggings, and jacket and thrust them at Kestrel.
Coolly she said, "This is a ceremonial fighting uniform. Do you expect me to fight a duel on the docks?
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#6. Her blood felt laced with black powder. How could she have forgotten what it was like to burn on a fuse before him?
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#7. Brother, you are mad," said the queen. "He loves me," Roshar protested. The cub was sleeping huddled against Rosher's leg. "And when it has grown, and is large enough to eat a man?" "Then I'll make Arin take care of him.
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#8. I'm the sort of person who would be perfectly happy spending an entire day in a rare books room.
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#9. The crowd cleared a path for them. They returned to their horses and mounted.
"See?" Roshar said, "wasn't that fun?"
Arin looked ready to shove the prince off his horse.
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#10. It occured to him that he might have to grow comfortable with happiness, because it might not abandon him this time.
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#11. You could offer her a seat," Arin said.
"Ah, but I have only two chairs in my tent, little Herrani, and we are three. I suppose she could always sit on your lap.
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#12. Once there was a seamstress who could weave fabric from feeling. She sewed gowns of delight: sheer, sparkling, sleek. She cut cloth out of ambition and ardor, idyll and industry.
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#14. There can be second chances. But maybe it's also true that things can never be the same, and that you have to decide whether the second chance lives up to the first.
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#15. It was the kind of knowledge that, once it enters you, seems like it's lived there forever.
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#16. Which god ruled your nameyear?"
"Sewing."
She squinted, then laughed.
He smiled a little, yet said, "You shouldn't laugh."
She laughed harder.
"Actually, I sew quite well.
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#17. Everything in war hinges on what you know of your adversary's skills and asset.
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#18. Logic is a game, came the memory of his father's voice. Let's see how you play
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#19. Arin kept company with death, but death was not all that lived inside him.
A girl in his heart. In his home.
Waiting for him.
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#20. In the morning, when Roshar saw their faces he rolled his eyes. "I want my tent back," he said. Kestrel laughed. *
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#21. She looked into the shadowed corners of the room. Talking with him was like having a flower unfold inside her chest, then close up tight. Creep open. Collapse in on itself.
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#22. So you give me nothing."
"When have I ever given you anything?"
Softly, Arin said, "You gave me much, once.
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#23. Sometimes you think you want something," Arin told him, "when in reality you need to let it go.
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#24. In some ways, getting published in children's literature is a little more open than publishing adult literature. It's less hinged on who you might know.
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#25. You're back," she said.
"I'm leaving again."
"To steal more grain from a captured country estate?"
His smile was perfectly mischievous. "Rebels must eat."
"And I suppose you use my horse in these battles and thefts of yours."
"He's happy to support a good cause.
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#26. He sat on the wide windowsill, spine against the frame. He was aware of feeling both inside and outside. He let himself enjoy the balance of it. It cleared his head.
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#27. The truth can sometimes sound like a lie because we're too afraid to believe it.
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#28. In his mind, he said, Tell me what you want. And she said, Leave this city. She said, Take me with you.
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#30. My mother had been blind as a child. And so, blindness was something that has long fascinated me, but also it's something I find really, really scary.
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#31. She could've slept then. She wanted to. Sleep was blind, it was deaf, and it would take her away from this room and these men.
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#32. When you are 'world building,' people will oftentimes judge how well you built your world. They want to know: Is the culture believable? Does it feel like it has a history? I try very hard to pay attention to details.
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#33. In war, her father sometimes said, you might live, you might die. But if you panic, death is the only outcome.
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#34. Kestrel let the words echo in her mind. There had been a supple strength to his voice. An unconscious melody. Kestrel wondered if Arin knew how he exposed himself as a singer with every simple, ordinary word. She wondered if he meant to hold her in thrall.
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#35. He didn't smile. He cupped her face with both hands. An emotion tugged at his expression, a dark awe, the kind saved for a wild storm that rends the sky but doesn't ravage your existence, doesn't destroy every thing you love. The one that lets you feel saved.
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#36. I have three younger siblings, and used to tell them an awful lot of lies when they were growing up. The best thing about being a writer is that now I can say that my lies were all in the name of literary creativity. Unfortunately, my brothers and sister don't believe me.
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#37. He saw her. She knew that he saw her. But his eyes refused to see her. It was as if she were transparent. Like ice, or glass, or something equally breakable.
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#38. Kestrel lifted her gaze. As he met her eyes - an extremely light brown, the lightest shade before brown becomes gold - Arin knew that he was a fool. A thousand times a fool.
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#39. Here." He jerked at Arin's armor and began unbuckling it. "Stop bleeding. Oh, just look at you. Arin, you're a mess.
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#40. The gods used to walk among us.
True, said death.
Why did you leave?
Ah, sweet child, it was your people who left us.
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#41. His dark head bowed, became lost in its own shadow.
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#42. A glass of wine in one's hand is rather like a jewel, isn't it, a large, liquid one?
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#43. Every chip of her being slid into place, into the image of a lost world. The boy discovering it. The girl who sees it spark and flare, and understands, now, what she feels. She realizes that she has felt this for a long time.
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#44. Music made her feel as if she were holding a lamp that cast a halo of light around her,
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#45. He knew the law of such things: people in brightly lit places cannot see into the dark.
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#46. I do admire your love for a gamble." He took her cup and drank from it as well. "I was simply thinking out loud earlier. There's no harm in thinking."
"I have my own thoughts. I am wondering why my father ever respected you.
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#47. Before - for years - she had let her mind close seamlessly, like an egg, around this wrong and other wrongs.
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#48. If you don't wanna be my friend , you'll regret be my enemy !!
the winner's curse
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#49. Why we can't remember when our mothers carried us inside them: the dark and steady heart, how it was the whole of the world, and no one harmed us, and we harmed no one.
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#50. Because of meat."
"It's for his tiger," said the cook.
Arin palmed his face, eyes squeezed shut. "Your tiger."
"He's very particular," said Roshar.
"You can't bring the tiger to the banquet.
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#51. I won't play you because even when I win, I lose. It's never been just a game between us.
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#52. But we don't think too well when we want too much.
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#53. When you're a stranger to people you care about, you become a stranger to yourself.
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#54. Please understand. When I look at you as if you're crazy, it's not that I judge you for your insanity.
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#55. Sudden distrust slicked down Arin's spine.
Roshar raised his hand to quiet the roaring crowd, and Arin was reminded of Cheat relishing his role as an auctioneer. A stone rose in his throat. Kestrel's hand tightened on his, but Arin no longer felt wholly there.
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#56. He said, "How can the inconsequence of your life not shame you?"
He said, "How do you not feel empty?"
I do, she thought as she pushed through the library doors and let them thud behind her. I do.
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#57. She struggled not to show this. Already, that dream on the grass had faded in her memory. It was as if she'd worn it out by thinking too much about it. But in the moment, it had felt so real. Kestrel couldn't quite believe that it hadn't been.
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#58. What could you say about someone who walked daily into his grief and lived at the bottom of its hole and didn't even want to come out?
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#60. Kestrel raised one brow. How very surprising. Didn't you just make a promise and ask me to trust your word? Really, Arin. You must sort out your lies and your truths or even you won't know which is which.
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#61. A window is just a window. Colored glass: mere glass. But in the sun it becomes more. She would show him, and say, love should do this.
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#62. If you don't choose my life," he said, "you will marry in the spring."
"That's a trap."
"No, it's a bet. A bet that you like your independence too much not to fight alongside me."
"I hope you see the irony in what you have just said.
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#63. It was a sin to break a deathbed promise.
Arin left without making one.
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#64. The Winner's Curse is when you come out on top of the bid, but only by paying a steep price.
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#65. Sometimes when the god is vexed or simply bored, she decides that the most beautiful thing is disaster.
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#66. Later, Kestrel wished she had spoken then, that no time had been lost. She wished that she'd had the courage that very moment to tell Arin what she'd finally known to be true: that she loved him with the whole of her heart.
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#67. Harder to know that her father had sent her here. Hard, horrible, the the way he had looked at her, disowned her, accused her of treason. She'd been guilty. She had done every thing that he believed of her, and now she had no father.
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#68. Cold without, color within. This was how it had been.
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#69. She focused on that nothingness, imagined it as ink spilling over everything she could possibly think or feel.
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#70. She breathed in the cold, and it felt free, so she felt free, and it felt alive, so she felt alive.
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#72. Logically speaking," he said lightly, "the idea that you hired someone to attack me doesn't make much sense. I'm not sure what your motive would be."
"I could have wanted to put an end to the rumors."
"That would be a shame. I like the rumors.
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#73. No, it didn't hurt anymore to think about Kestrel. He'd been a fool, but he'd had to forgive himself for worse. Sister, father, mother. As for Kestrel ... Arin had some clarity on who he was: the sort of person who trusted too blindly, who put his heart where it didn't belong.
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#74. A slow fear, heavy, like sadness ... which made her realize that her fear was a kind of sadness, because she couldn't be better than her fear.
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#75. You can't see both sides of one coin at once, can you, child? The god of money always keeps a secret.
The god of money was also the god of spies.
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#76. Kestrel's laugh was white in the cold. "We could gamble for your coat."
"Ah, love, why don't we skip to the part where you win and I give it to you?
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#77. The general's daughter? We'd be fools not to. You talk about her as if she's made of spun glass. Know what I see? Steel.
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#78. I want better choices."
"Then we must make a world that has them.
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#79. Her fierce creature of a mind: sleek and sharp-clawed and utterly unwilling to be caught.
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#80. She felt far away and horribly grounded at the same time, like her heart had been torn from her body and lost, and she didn't know whether she was her heart or her body.
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#81. She'd wanted to put her fear inside a white box and give it to Arin. You, too, she would tell him. I fear for you. I fear for me if I lost you.
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#82. Lucas," his sister scolded. "Stop staring at the pretty inferno. Introduce yourself to our guests.
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#83. She would have stopped him. She would have wished herself deaf, blind, made of unfeeling smoke. She would have stopped his words out of terror, longing. The way terror and longing had become indistinguishable.
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#84. How much easier everything would be if that were so. But Kestrel wouldn't let herself consider the truth. She didn't want to know its shape or see its face.
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#85. He knew how it was to have no family: like living in a house with no roof.
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#87. Survival isn't wrong. You can sell your honor in small ways, so long as you guard yourself. you can pour a glass of wine like it's meant to be poured, and watch a man drink, and plot your revenge.
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#88. The reason you enjoy my company is because I look like how you feel.
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#89. Come closer, and I will tell you.
But he forgot. He kissed her, and became lost in the exquisite sensation of his skin becoming too tight for his body. He murmured other things instead. A secret, a want, a promise. A story, in its own way.
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#90. Whether we think of Disney's blonde beauty and her pumpkin carriage or Marissa Meyer's recent recasting of 'Cinderella' as a cyborg in the young adult novel 'Cinder,' we know that there are countless modern retellings of the tale.
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#91. Sometimes she heard her father's watch chime: a light sound, as light as a smile. It always soothed her music. When Kestrel played for him, the melody ran sweet, sheer, and strong.
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#92. A lovely fatigue claimed him. He lay down on the grass and listened. He thought about how Kestrel had slept on the palace lawn and dreamed of him. When she had told him this, he'd wished that it had been real. He tried to imagine the dream, then found himself dreaming.
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#93. Now I'm getting sad, just thinking about how it would feel to be parted from my sweet self. Lucky me: I will always have my own company.
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#94. She pressed her face into the pillow. His scent was there. She was stupid to have come, yet didn't have the strength to leave.
The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.
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#95. The sky was a feather blanket of clouds, save for one blue hole in the fabric. A blue cloud in a white sky.
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#98. Arin pulled her onto his lap. He held her shaking form, tucked his face into the crook of her cold neck as she sobbed against him. He murmured that he loved her more than he could say. He promised that he would always choose her first.
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#99. If you would like to know how easy it is to overlook evil, Petra could tell you: it is the easiest thing in the world.
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#100. Arin. I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Her words silenced him, steadied him.
Antecipation lifted within her like the fragance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"
He smiled. "Play.
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