We're all broken," Mor said. "In our own ways - in places no one might see.

I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation. You do what you love, what you need

It's already ended badly. Now it's just a matter of deciding how we meet the consequences.

To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered." -Rhysand

This could be . . . a very bad idea," I admitted, my grip tightening on his hand.
"Oh, it most certainly is," Cassian said with a faint smile as we continued down and down into the heavy black and thrumming silence. "But this is war. We don't have the luxury of good ideas–only picking between the bad ones.

You do not fear... You do not falter. You do not yield.