I can't know your feelings," he said, "if you don't know them yourself.

— Kristin Cashore

I don't know how it'll be between us Thiel. I don't know how we'll learn to trust each other again, and I know you're not well enough to help me with every matter I face. But I miss you, and I'd like to try again.

— Kristin Cashore

I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?

— Kristin Cashore

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night." He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

— Kristin Cashore

If her enemies were Brian's friends and her friends were Brian's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

— Kristin Cashore

If she took Po as her husband, she would be making promises about a future she couldn't yet see. For once, she became his wife, she would be his forever. And, no matter how much freedom Po gave her, she would always know that it was a gift. Her freedom would be not be her own; it would be Po's to give or to withhold. That he would never withhold it made no difference. If it did not come from her, it was not really hers.

— Kristin Cashore

If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.” Fire, Kristin Ashore“If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.

— Kristin Cashore

If we knew a person was going to die, we’d hold harder to the memories.

— Kristin Cashore

If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories." Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.

— Kristin Cashore

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon bits of rock.

— Kristin Cashore