Girls Made of Snow and Glass

There are worse things in the world to be than delicate. If you're delicate, it means no one has tried to break you.

You'll find something that's yours alone. And when you do, don't let anyone take it from you.

Weak or strong - she didn’t know what they meant anymore. Maybe they didn’t mean the same thing for everyone.

The only power she has over me now, is what power I chose to give her.

Every time you shudder from the cold or wrap yourself more tightly in your furs, it reminds me that somewhere, the sun shines more brightly than it does here. You carry it in your skin.

He knew that if he raised his daughter without love, and that if he told her often enough that she wasn't capable of it, she would soon start to prove him right, if only because it was all she'd ever known.

If they love you for anything, it will be for your beauty.

With her beauty as a distraction, no one would ever know that she was, deep down, hollow.

Perhaps in the tower room, high above the royal crypt, Lynet could put herself back together again.

If her father had never truly recognized his daughter, then had he remembered his wife wrong as well? What is everything he’d ever told her about her mother was only how he’d seen her, not how she truly was.

was only the dead mothers who were perfect—the living ones were messy and unpredictable

What was the life of a queen compared to the legend people created for her after her death?” (50)

If you are delicate, it means no one has tried to break you.

Lynet was too young to know the prejudices of her fellow northerners, too innocent to see in Mina the sharp glint of her glass heart - and so in her innocence, she made Mina innocent as well." 179

he came closer to her and brushed his knuckles against her cheek—“you have beauty, and beauty is more powerful than love. People can’t help themselves: they crave beauty. They will overlook anything, even a glass heart, for it. If they love you for anything, it will be for your beauty. But there’s nothing for either of us here.

I think a part of me has always thought of myself as sixteen, no matter how many years have passed

She had read a story like this once, about a girl who was carried away by a monstrous bird to Mount Arzur. But the bird was enchanted, and when the girl kissed him, he turned into a handsome young man. It was fitting, Soraya supposed, that she would kiss a handsome young man and turn him into a monster.