"But at the heart of you—daemons or darkin—you are all the same. Searching for the missing pieces of yourself. Seeking to become whole again. The scattered pieces of a shattered god.”
— Tric —

"The heaven grant us only one life, but through books, we life a thousand."
— Chronicler Aurelius —

"Too many books, too few centuries"
— Chronicler Aelius —

"I have to create, or it was all for nothing. I have to create, or I will crumple up with despair and never leave my bed. I have to create because I have no other way of voicing this.” Her hand rested on her heart,[...] “It is hard, and it hurts, but if I were to stop, if I were to let this loom or the spindle go silent …Then there would be no Hope shining in the Void.”
— The Weaver —

“This could be … a very bad idea,” I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand. 
“Oh, it most certainly is,[...] But this is war. We don’t have the luxury of good ideas—only picking between the bad ones.”
 — Feyre to Cassian —

“Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods while she did nothing.  Someone who let a fourteen-year-old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall. [...] Your sister died—died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don’t expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make—and insult my people in the process.”
— Cassian to Nessa —

“I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.”