Novel & Cerita Quotes From A Court Of Thorns And Roses

ROMAN POV Flames dance before us. Fire crackling the tension between us. Rose's anger still simmering. My frustration matching hers. "You can't keep running like this," I say reasonable calm. Rose scoffs. "You think I have a choice?. I don't want you anywhere near me. I don't want your kindness but you insisting" Her voice laced with venom I take a step closer. Eyes locked on hers. " Why do you keep tormenting me by sticking around?" She ask in a rather broken voice

From the center of the chamber, a rose emerged, its petals a deep crimson but surrounded by the sharpest of thorns. Elder Aria approached it cautiously, "This is the Thorned Rose of Meranthia. Legend speaks of it, a symbol of love that endures. One of you must prove your commitment, your willingness to endure pain for love." Seraphina hesitated, her thoughts racing. She remembered the times Altair had stood by her, the trust they had built. Without a word, she stepped forward, reaching for the rose. As her fingers brushed against the thorns, drops of blood appeared, but she held on, her gaze unwavering.

I tried and soon I gave in and let my body give in to the pressure. “Sleep, tomorrow everything will be okay” his words were like a whisper but it was shouting to listen to him. I walk into the garden wall decorated with a variety of beautiful flowers, a white rose captures my attention from afar. Unlike the garden of the dark mansion which wasn't alone, this rose stood alone and was dying from the top right before my eyes. Before I could blink, the petals fell off one after the other and the stem rapidly dried off as if being hexed.

Her red petals were described in every single book I had read and to say I was obsessed would be an understatement. Roses were so rare. We didn't have any on our backyard lawn but mama had seen them before. "They are the rarest and most unique type of flowers. I believe you will see one some day my dear and when you do, don't forget to adore its unique beauty and ironic nature" she would say. "Life is just like a rose my dear" she would begin soon after, readjusting so I was laying right in her lap. "It can be beautiful like a rose but don't forget a rose always has thorns, the sharpest of thorns. But you see that despite the thorns a rose carries it looks so beautiful and always stands out"

Dante falls in at my side. Together we climb back into the fire. The black rose has bloomed. And tonight, the entire world will smell its thorns.

Max followed behind her, hands in his pockets, watching her eyes dance over the blossoms like they were secrets unraveling. “I thought you’d like it,” he said softly. “Roses… with thorns. Kind of poetic, don’t you think?” A ghost of a smile flickered across her lips. “You always did like metaphors.” They wandered in silence at first, the kind of silence that felt natural, soft, necessary. Emilia brushed her fingertips across the petals of a yellow rose, her touch light but lingering. “You used to bring me coffee,” she said suddenly, the memory slipping through like sun between leaves. “You said it was just to annoy me, but… it wasn’t.”

When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry, Because the day I say that will be the day I die. I traced the letters gently with my fingers as Xavier flexed slightly, still playing with Rosalina. "What does it mean?" I asked, still brushing over the ink. "When we were little, you had this weird fascination with black roses," he said with a small smile. "So, the rose is you. I’m the thorned vines wrapped around it, protecting what I love. The words... they speak for themselves." He turned toward me and kissed the tip of my nose.

Then he turned slightly toward the others. “Women,” he said calmly, “are like roses.” The room held its breath. “All delicate. All radiant in their own way.” His gaze moved across the men. “And a rose withers when neglected.” Silence. “Anyone who causes my queen to wither,” he added quietly, “will answer for it with their life.” No one spoke. No one dared. He turned back to Lyria. “Your complaint will be addressed.” She met his gaze, surprised. He stepped closer, just enough for only her to hear.

Perhaps I would leave. The idea had begun as a quiet whisper in my mind, but the more I considered it, the stronger it became. What truly held me here? A title that didn’t feel like mine. A court that watched every move I made. And a king who had just ordered my heart to forget him. My fingers brushed the petals of a rose as I passed. The thorn caught my skin. A sharp sting. I barely noticed. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone this late.” The voice behind me froze the air in my lungs.

She shows me her long, painted nails and I can’t help but smirk. “A rose...” I begin, taking one from the box. I made sure that the stems were not completely shaved off, retaining their original beauty, and I brush my thumb down the stem, letting one of the thorns cut into my thumb. “Is breathtakingly beautiful, regal… yet it protects itself with its thorns… but once you get past that exterior…”