Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.— Melissa Marr
The most helpful Melissa Marr quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.
you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me" -kennan
She stepped closer to one of the statues.
It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand. One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No." The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.
He looked good, like sin in a suit.
We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us.
And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.
Just be you-strong and honest. The rest falls into place if you do that. It always has. It always will. Remember that. No matter what happens over the . . . centuries ahead of you, remember to be honest with yourself. And if you fail, forgive yourself. You'll make mistakes. The whole world is new, and they have so many more years in the then you.
Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.
His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping
Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.
Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.
-"You won't like me if I'm cruel." -"I don't like you now." -"We don't lie." -"I'm mortal, Irial. I can lie all I want to.
Once upon a time there was a girl." "Not a princess?!" "No, definitely not! She was too smart to be a princess. Tough too...Stronger than anyone realized." "Does she live happily ever after?" "Shouldn't there be something in the middle?" "I like to read the ending first." (Wicked Lovely)
Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms.
They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room." Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no.
I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.
What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?
I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.
You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan
I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.
And sometimes you meet someone who doesn't see you any differently if you tell them. That is everything.
I like to read the ending first.
Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.
With a strange half-mocking tone, Aislinn said, "It's not just guys like those today. Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don't trust them just because they're pretty." Donia laughed, coldly, sounding every bit Beira's creature in that moment. "Where were you when I needed that advice? I've already gone out with the biggest mistake a girl can make.
You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.
...Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen." "She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.
You are the single most amazing person, faery, woman in this world or the other.
Because of you, I am a part of this strange new world, have a second mother, and . . . eternity. I have almost everything I could want.
If you were my queen, truly my queen, our court would be stronger still.
If you were mine , without mortal distractions, we'd be safer. We'd be stronger if we were truly together. Summer is a time to rejoice in pleasures and heat. When I'm around you, I want to forget everything else. I love Donia. I always will, but when I'm near you--" He stopped himself.
Donia asked incredulously. “What were you doing?” “The day had just begun, and we were dancing,” Aislinn said. “Dancing?” Donia looked at the Summer Queen with the same disdain Keenan had once seen on her face when she looked at the Summer Girls. “Of course you were. Bananach is attacking faeries, stealing from our courts. Irial is injured. Faerie is closed. Yes, dancing is precisely what will help.
You are my queen. I’ve spent nine centuries seeking the mortal who would free this court, who would save my best friend’s son, who would save the lives of the rest of the girls who were not you. I’d die before I’d allow harm to you.” He bowed his head.
Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.
I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.
For this mortal I would disobey my queen, abandon my king, the court that has protected me all these years. All of it.
Sleep well, and stay where I put you.
He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.
and "good" doesn't mean he's worthy of you , does it ?
I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.
I eventually realized that good things wouldnt happen to me if I didnt make the right choices.
Like chaos in a glass cage.
The reality was that while they might have eternity, there was violence on the horizon. And in the present. She wasn't intending on ignoring it. She couldn't. But she wasn't going to ignore them either. Just kiss me, ---.” A look of hesitation crossed his face, but he didn't push her away. He swept her legs from under her and lifted her into his arms. " -Darkest Mercy (p 28)
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.
Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?" "Choosing." Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face. "I'm mine. Not anyone else's." "I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.
It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.
Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's just—" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.
Were you hoping for a quest? A seemingly impossible task that you could relay to your queen afterward? Would you like to tell her that you found and slayed the dragon for love of her? -Queen Sorcha
I was thinking it was worth the risk if it meant forever with my faery girlfriend.
You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully.
Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?
She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.
Do you ever wonder if what you look at is the same thing everyone else is seeing?' He went even stiller at her side. 'Sometimes I'm sure it isn't the same...but that's not so bad is it? Seeing the world in a different way?' Creative vision creates art' he motioned around the gallery 'that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's a beautiful thing.