Wren Quotes

“It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it’s like hope.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Another girl might have frozen, but I am cold all the way through.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That’s the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realized I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Nothing can break me unless I let it.”
― Rainbow Rowell

“Her smile faded to a more serious expression. "Is everything okay? With Callum?"
"Fine," I said, taking a bite of meat and avoiding her eyes.
"He's crazy about you, you know," she said softly, like I hadn't just told her things were fine. "I see other girls looking at him sometimes, and he doesn't even notice. He only sees you.”
― Amy Tintera, Rebel

“Because I don’t like being the fool who’d been tricked. I like games, but I hate to lose.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“As a child, Wren read lots of fairy tales. That's why, when the monsters came, she knew it was because she had been wicked.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I like your glasses," he said. "I like your Simon Snow T-shirts. I like that you don't smile at everyone, because then, when you smile at me...Cather." He kissed her mouth. "Look at me." She did. "I choose you over everyone.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do.”
― Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

“Only for a minute. I'll be right back." He plopped the baby in her lap and hopped to his feet. Wren held her at arm's length and frowned. She did not appreciate that, because she immediately began wailing.
"Here," Wren said, thrusting her in my direction. "Take the mutant baby.”
― Amy Tintera, Rebel

“Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn't get to make her feel this way - he shouldn't even have access to her chest.”
― Rainbow Rowell

“She wanted to tackle him and roll around in him like a cat in a field of daisies”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“He is not a ‘super-stealth’ or a ‘fighting evil’ kind of dragon. He is a ‘but do the bad guys know about pandas because then I bet they wouldn’t be evil anymore’ kind of dragon.” “Well, but,” Sky protested, “I mean … pandas! Have you SEEN pandas?”
― Tui T. Sutherland

“Sir Christopher Wren
Said, 'I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls
Say I am designing St. Paul's.”
― Edmund Clerihew Bentley

“Why should I learn of another world, a vaster world, if it means regretting my whole life until now? Who wants to be made to loathe what they have? Small as it is, my life is mine.”
― Lexa Hillyer, Spindle Fire

“A passerby discovered a toddler sitting on the chilly concrete on an alley, playing with the wrapper of a cat food container. By the time she was brought to the hospital, her limbs were blue with cold. She was a wizened little thing, too thin, made of sticks.

She knew only one word, her name. Wren.

As she grew, her skin retained a slight bluish cast, resembling skimmed milk. Her foster parents bundled her up in jackets and coats and mittens and gloves, but unlike her sister, she was never cold. Her lip colour changed like a mood ring, staying bluish and purple even in summer, turning pink only when close to a fire. And she could play in the snow for hours, constructing elaborate tunnels and mock-fighting with icicles, coming inside only when called.

Although she appeared bony and anaemic, she was strong. By the time she was eight, she could lift bags of groceries that her adoptive mother struggled with.

By the time she was nine, she was gone.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Are you okay?" she heard someone - Levi? - ask "Hey... are you crying?"
Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type.
Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her.
"They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch."
Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered.
Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl

“It's a wonder you don't have swirls in your irises from rolling your eyes so damn often.”
― Naomi Kelly, Meraki: A Syren Story

“Their smiles hurt. Everything hurt.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I gobble the food down, trying to imagine that I am sitting at the table with them. Trying to imagine myself as their daughter again, and not what's left of her.

A cuckoo trying to fit back into the egg.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“This Byrd wants a Wren.”
― Leslea Tash, Bird After Bird

“It seemed, in the beginning,
that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That’s the lesson they
wanted me taught, but soon I realized I would be hurt anyway. Better to
hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to
know it would cost them something.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“The mortals no longer want you.'

Wren shook her head, because that couldn't be true. Her mother and father loved her. Her mother cut the crusts off her sandwiches and kissed her on the tip of her nose to make her giggle. Her father cuddled up with her to watch movies and then carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch. She knew they loved her. And yet the certainty with which Lord Jarel spoke plucked at her terror”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Wren was discovered in the flashing lights of a patrol car two years later, walking along the side of a highway. The soles of her shoes were as worn as if she'd danced through them, her clothing was stiff with sea salt, and scars marred the skin of her wrists and cheeks.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Some things seem too terrible to seem possible. Soon he may learn the worst thing he can imagine is only the beginning of what they are willing to do to him.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“But it's the hope of something better that keeps us going”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Unleash the Night

“At the centre of the tent rests three thrones- two large and one small. They seem to be sculptures of ice, with flowers and leaves frozen inside them. The large thrones are unoccupied, but a blue-skinned girl sits on the small one, a crown of icicles on her head and a golden bridle around her mouth and throat. She looks to be only a year or two older than Oak and is dressed in a column of grey silk. Her gaze is on her fingers, which move restlessly against one another. Her nails are bitten short and crusted with a thin rime of blood.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing