The most beautiful Fourth Wing Quotes

Violet Sorrengail: "Thank you for being my friend."
Liam Mairi: "It's been. My honor."

Killing you wouldn't be any trouble, Violence. It's leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.

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

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

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.

Lust and logic never seem to go hand in hand.

I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I'm grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won't have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I'll meet Malek at your side.

Coming in last is better than coming in dead.

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

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.

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

Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.

And strength of courage is more important than physical strength.

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

There is no me without you.

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

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.

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

Shadows, remember? They hear everything, see everything, conceal everything.

Xaden: "I'm going to keep you. You're mine, Violet."
Violet: "Only if you're mine."
Xaden: "I've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine."

"I'd have to be a masochist to sleep with you, and I can assure I'm not."
Fantasising about it doesn't count.

He's hot. He has that whole boy-next-door-who-can-still-kick-your-ass vibe going for him.

I can't lose you, Violet. I just... can't.

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.

Defenseless women have never been my type.

You want to know why you're still alive? Because you're the scale I currently judge myself against every night. Every day I let you live, I get to convince myself that there's still a part of me that's a decent person. So if you want to quit, then please, spare me the temptation and f*cking quit. But if you want to do something, then do it.

Violence, remember it's only the body that's fragile. You are unbreakable.

Beautiful. F*cking. Asshole.

Even the most effective poisons come in pretty packages, and Xaden's exactly that – as beautiful as he is lethal.

The right way isn't the only way.

No one asked you to think, squad leader.

It would be a shame for someone else to kill you before I get the chance. But I wouldn't be surprised. Violets are such delicate... fragile things, you know.

Jack Barlowe. Remember the name. I'm going to be a wingleader one day.

You'll find that being General Sorrengail's daughter means that others will do just about anything to keep you alive, even pleased, not because they love your mother but because they either fear her or want her favor.

If determination had a physical form it would be Dain Aetos.

Love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you've entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.

Stop bringing logic into an emotional argument.

"I'd forgotten what this felt like."
"Being hugged?" My voice was sandpaper-rough.
"Being held together."

Yes, I was capable of immense grief, but I was also capable of infinite love. And I would love my life again. Maybe not today, but one day. Because I wasn't done yet.