Kristin Cashore Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.

  Kristin Cashore

  Love, Believe, Taken

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.180, Penguin

• I know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll... oh, I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. "I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop.

  Kristin Cashore

  Love You, Eye, Heart

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Skye kissed her forehead. "You saved my life." Katsa smiled. "You Lienid are very outward in your affection." "I'm going to name my firstborn child after you." Katsa laughed at that. "For the child's sake, wait for a girl. Or even better, wait until all your children are older and give my name to whichever is the most troublesome and obstinate." Skye burst into laughter and hugged her, and Katsa returned his embrace. And realized that quite without her intending it, her guarded heart had made another friend.

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  Girl, Laughter, Children

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.433, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?

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  Heart, World, Determined

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.72, Penguin

• It was a very hard thing to have crushed the heart, and the hopes, of a friend.

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  Heart, Crushed, Hard

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.157, Penguin

• Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P's.

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  Lying, Heart, Worry

  Kristin Cashore (2012). “Bitterblue”, p.91, Penguin

• She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave this room, because she wanted to hit him, as she had sworn she never would do. She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart that she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth. "You lied to me," she said. She turned and ran from the room.

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  Pain, Heart, Eye

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.146, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

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  Heart, Two, People

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.232, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop." She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.

  Kristin Cashore

  Love You, Heart, Cry

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

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  Pain, Heart, Causes

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.146, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?

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  Father, Heart, Size

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.235, Penguin

• It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.

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  Heart, Monsters, Violence

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Graceling”, p.137, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• And is it the way, in these kingdoms you fell from, for a woman to join forces with an unnatural child who's murdered her friend? Or is that expectation unique to you, and your infinitesimal heart?

  Kristin Cashore

  Children, Heart, Unique

  Kristin Cashore (2009). “Fire”, p.235, Penguin

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