For this month’s Favorite Quotes post, I’m going to share my favorites from A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas.
This is my all-time favorite series and while this isn’t my favorite book in it, I still really enjoyed this book. I’ll be sharing favorite quotes from A Court of Mist and Fury next month!
Disclaimer: This post contains all the spoilers in the world. Tread carefully!
Favorite Lines & Quotes from A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
“I’m Lucien. Courtier and emissary.” He gestured to me with a flourish. “Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.”
Tamlin straightened a bit and said, “You look…better than before.”
Was that a compliment? I could’ve sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod.
“And your hair is…clean.”
“Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?”
“Do you ever stop being a prick?”
Behind me a shadow lurked – no, watched. I didn’t dare turn to look at it, to see who might be within that shadow, observing, not as the wolf stared at me across the clearing.
“You think I’ve got nothing better to do with my time than come up with elaborate ways to humiliate you?”
“Stay with the High Lord, human,” the Suriel said, “That’s all you can do. You will be safe…”
“Well, you still look lovely, regardless of your Hell-sent afternoon.”
I snorted. I’d never looked lovely a day in my life. “I thought faeries couldn’t lie.”
Tamlin choked on his wine, but Lucien grinned, that scar stark and brutal. “Who told you that?”
“You went to catch the Suriel.”
“I caught the Suriel,” I corrected.
“Would you like me to grovel for bringing me here, High Lord?”
“Ah. The Suriel told you nothing important, did it?”
That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. “He also said that you like being brushed, and if I’m a clever girl, I might train you with treats.”
“I’d pay good money to hear what the Suriel thinks of Lucien,” Tamlin said.
“If you still want me dead,” I said, “you might have to try a bit harder.”
He jerked his chin at the knife. “It’s yours. Don’t bury it in my back, please.”
“If it grieves you,” he said, the words caressing my bones, “then I don’t think it’s absurd at all.”
“Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”
“Why – why do any of this?”
“Because your human joy fascinates me – the way you experience things, in your lifespan, so wildly and deeply and all at once is…entrancing. I’m drawn to it, even when I know I shouldn’t be, even when I try not to be.”
But a wild, wicked voice weaving in between the drumbeats whispered otherwise. Go, that voice said, tugging at me. Go see.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
His voice was a lover’s purr that sent shivers through me, caressing every muscle and bone and nerve.
“Do I look like I’m part of the Spring Court?” The words were tinged with an arrogance that only an immortal could achieve. He laughed under his breath. “No, I’m not part of the noble Spring Court. And glad of it.”
“What are you here, then?”
“Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam whatever I wish until the dawn.”
“You’re so far away.” I gestured to the expanse of table between us. “It’s like you’re in another room.”
The quarters of the table vanished, leaving Tamlin not two feet away, sitting at an infinitely more intimate table.
“You’re exactly as I dreamed you’d be, too.”
“If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?”
“Do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?”
“Cauldron boil and fry me.”
“I’m thinking I might kiss you,” he said quietly, intently.
“Then do it.” I blushed at my own boldness.
“Rhysand? Come now, Tamlin. I don’t see you for forty-nine years, and you start calling me Rhysand? Only my prisoners and my enemies call me that.”
“At least I haven’t bided my time among the hedges and flowers while the world has gone to hell.”
“I was slaughtering on the battlefield before you were even born.”
“Beg, and I’ll consider not telling Amarantha.”
Tamlin dropped to his knees and bowed his head.
“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed my brow. “Thorns and all.”
“As wonderful as it is to see you, Feyre, darling,” Rhysand said, sprawled on the bed, his head propped up by a hand, “do I want to know why you’re digging through my fireplace?”
“You look just as I hoped you would.”
From the cobwebs of my memory, I recalled similar words Tamlin had once whispered into my ear.
“You saved my life.”
“And through your life, I saved Tamlin’s.”
He winked, smoothing his blue-black hair. “That, Feyre, is the real question, isn’t it?”
It took me a long while to realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.
“Why do you think I’m doing this?”
“Because you’re a monster.”
He laughed. “True, but I’m also a pragmatist.”
“Feyre!” someone roared. No, not someone – Rhysand.
“Because when the legends get written I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines.”
“I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”
“Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.”
A High Lord who loved to fly – trapped under a mountain.
“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Feel pity for those who feel nothing at all.”
His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock – pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.