rosegoldrosee

Let's go rattle the stars

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

No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.

My name is Celaena Sardothien. But it makes no difference if my name's Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I'd still beat you, no matter what you call me.

Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.

Names are not important. It's what lies inside of you that matters.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

"I like music," she said slowly, "because when I hear it, I . . . I lose myself within myself, if that makes any sense. I become empty and full all at once, and I can feel the whole earth roiling around me. When I play. I'm not . . . for once, I'm not destroying, I'm creating."

"You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most."

"To the people who look up to the stars and wish."