Quotes by Melissa Marr

Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesnt change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

I told them hed be able to get you to go out. Rianne folded her winnings and tucked the bills into her blazer pocket. Look at him.Hes right here, Ri, Carla murmured, shooting Keenan an apologetic look.Weve tried to teach her manners, but... She shrugged. Its like housebreaking a dog. If wed had her when she was a puppy, maybe.Rianne smacked her on the arm, but she was grinning. Woof, woof.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.

Chase away sorrow by living

Catch me, Seth, she invited.He paused.Faeries chase, he said, an then , with a flirtatious smile, he turned away, but before he could take a second step, she was behind him, arms around him, lips pressed against his neck.I seem caught, he murmured.The Summer Queen whispered, Me too.And They fell together in a bed of flowers that now covered the floor

Will you be my forever, Donia?

Can I join you at lunch? She paused. You have every other day. He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. Yes. But you resented it every other day. What makes you think I wont resent it today? Hope. Its what I live on...

Its okay. Youre going to save me, Miss Maylene. The girl gave her a genuine look of happiness. I know it. I knew if I found you everything would be okay.

Life is too short to read books that Im not enjoying.

Talking wont change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

Getting ink felt right, like it would help her put her life in order, to move forwards. It was her body, despite the things thatd been done to it, and she wanted to claim it, to own it, to prove that to herself. She knew it wasnt magic, but the idea of writing her own identity felt like the closest she could get to reclaiming her life. Sometimes theres power in the act; sometimes theres strength in words. She wanted to find an image that represented those things she was feeling, to etch it on her skin as tangible proof of her decision to change.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

If he took her into his arms, he would keep her. He wouldnt let her suffer the way the other mortals had when hed left them. He would keep her, with his courts permission or without it. Irial wouldnt take her, and Keenan wouldnt stand between them.

Do you remember those days? Back porch, sunshine, mason jars - she paused at remembered sweetness - we were so foolish then...thinking there was a big ol world out there to conquer.

What is it doing to me? Will the darkness consume me?

We are what we are, Nial, neither as good or as evil as others paint us. And what we are doesnt change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

He had hopes, but hope wasnt a solution.

Discord says its a good idea. Thats comforting.