Famous Quotes by Zoë Marriott

“People trust their eyes above all else - but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there”

I know what evil looks like under the surface. No matter how beautiful the exterior, how good the lies, I don’t fool myself, not any more. You carry a terrible burden that no one – not even me – can really understand. But that doesn’t change who you are, Frost. You’re a good person. And I love you.

I thought then that you were the bravest girl I’d ever met, and nothing that’s happened since has changed my mind.

I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head.

No one knows me. Not anymore.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?

Trusting anyone can get you killed.

Couldn't a woman be happy doing a great many things, just as a man could?

How much easier life was once you learned how to lie. I had gotten into trouble by speaking out of turn, arguing and answering back so many times. Not anymore. Now I would do what I wanted, and no one would stop me.

I truly believe that if you have more friends than books, you have too many friends. Or not enough books. Probably both.

To ugly ducklings everywhere, don't worry about those fluffy yellow morons: they'll never get to be swans.

People trust their eyes above all else – but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there.

You see, that is why it is so easy to fool people with our illusions, Yue. In this world, illusions are usually much kinder than the truth.

Better naked and alive than decent and dead, I thought.

Real love is hard because it requires one to know and accept another person with all their faults.

How much easier life was once you learned how to lie.

Our greatest warriors believe that they are already dead. They live as if their lives are over, and so fighting holds no terror for them.

It is not like that. I am not punishing myself. The cutting makes me feel better.

And together we disappeared into the darkness swift and silent as shadows on the moon.

I would listen to her soft voice and wonder if, somewhere deep inside, she was screaming, too.

On my fourteenth birthday when the sakura was in full bloom, the men came to kill us.

To ugly ducklings everywhere, don’t worry about those fluffy yellow morons: They’ll never get to be swans.