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"You belong to all of us, and we belong to you."
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"But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years."
Death
"You can't write, yet you learned to hunt, to survive. How?I paused with my foot on the threshold. "That's what happens when you're responsible for lives other than your own, isn't it? You do what you have to do.He was still sitting on the table, still straddling that inner line between the here and now and wherever he'd had to go in his mind to endure the fight with the Bogge. I met his feral and glowing stare."You aren't what I expected-for a human."
Survival
"Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow."
Emotion
"When your people are lying dead around you, don't come crying to me..."
War
"He wouldn't let his servants change the sheets on his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him."
Emotion
"Celaena? Sam asked into the dark. "Should I worry about going to sleep?She blinked, then laughed under her breath. At least Sam took her threats somewhat seriously."
Fear
"But the king was frowning. "I expected you a month ago."Aedion actually had the nerve to shrug. "Apologies. The Staghorns were slammed with a final winter storm. I left when I could."Every person in the hall held their breath."
Leadership
"I have no name," she purred. "I'm whoever the keepers of my fate tell me to be."
Identity
"The winds shifted, and Abraxos rode them, rising higher into the sky, the darkened kingdom below passing by in a blur.Changing winds-a changing world.Perhaps a changing Thirteen, too. And herself.She didn't know what to make of it,But Manon hoped they'd all survive it.She hoped."
Change
"He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers.A nightmare. This was a nightmare. "You can't really like flowers.Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say."
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"There are some people who believe that home is where one hangs one's hat, but these people tend to live in closets and on little pegs."
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Personal Development
"I could go on like this forever, but would I ever find a place that was meant for me? Like, for example, where? After lengthy considerations, the only place I could think of was the cockpit of a two-seater Kamikaze torpedo-plane. Of all the dumb ideas. In the first place, all the torpedo-planes were scrapped thirty years ago."
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Personal Development
"Go where the situation takes you, but never forget where you came from, where you belong and the direction of where you entered in."
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Personal Development
"There are, literally, thousands of people all around the world who need nothing more than to meet someone just like you. To spend your time pretending to be someone else is just as senseless and fear-driven as spending your time speaking to people who don't understand you. Find your tribe. Let yourself be seen. You are already someone's hero."
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Personal Development
"You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him."
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Personal Development
"New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough."
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Personal Development
"Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush."
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Personal Development
"Welcome to Morganville.You'll never want to leave.And even if you do...well, you can't. Sorry about that."
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Personal Development
"Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafA©s and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours. K.K."
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Personal Development
"To be is to belong."
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Personal Development
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