Fourth Wing

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.

I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I'm keeping it.

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.

Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?

I’m going to keep you. You’re mine, Violet.” “Only if you’re mine.” “I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.

Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.

I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.

One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.

Oh, gods.” “Which one are you calling out for? Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.

The right way isn’t the only way.

It’s been. My honor.

I will not die today.

Should I get the Wingleader?

There is nothing more sacred than the Archives. Even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.

But I will not run. I wouldn't be standing here if I'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome. I will not die today.

There is no me without you.

And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.

Going for blood today, are we, Violence?" "My name is Violet." "I think my version fits you better.

My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch. You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted.

You’re making us look bad. Stop it.

You can't make me fall for you and then die.

None of this is worth it without you.

I'm so wildly in love with you that I can't imagine what my life would even look like without you in it. And I probably shouldn't have said that, but if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty.

You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows. “Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder. I scoff. “What are you waiting for?” “It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.” “What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!

You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?

I am annoyingly aware of everything you do.

Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.

He cares for you. That’s already hard enough for him.” “He cares about keeping me alive. There’s a difference.” “Not for him there isn’t.