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“Don't resent me when I've only just gotten you, please, for I am what makes this world beautiful.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can...help you."
"No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have."
He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here."

"But I am.”
― Melissa Marr, Graveminder

“sodoyouthinkyoucouldtrustmetogotothedancetonight?" she blurted before losing her nerve.
Viktor and Viveka exchanged a quick glance.
Are they considering it? They are! They trust -
"No," they said together.
Frankie resisted the urge to spark. Or scream. Or threaten to go on a charging strike. She had prepared herself for this. It had always been a possibility. That's why she'd read 'Acting For Young Actors: The Ultimate Teenage Guide' by Mary Lou Belli and Dihah Lenney. So she could act like she understood their rejection. Act like she accepted it. And act like she would return to her room with grace. "Well, thanks for hearing me out," she said, kissing them on the cheeks and skipping off to bed. "Good night."
"Good night?" Viktor responded. "That's it? No argument?"
"No argument," Frankie said with a sweet smile. "You have to see this punishment through or you're not teaching me anything. I get it."
"O-kay." Viktor returned to his medical journal, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"We love you." Viveka blew another kiss.
"I love you, too." Frankie blew two back.
Time for Plan B.”
― Lisi Harrison, Monster High

“You can learn things from a heart so bleeding
When love bargains with deceitful pleading
Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time
Don¡¯t hear melody from a soundless chime”
― Munia Khan

“I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.”
― Sarah Noffke, Stunned

“How do you manage to make me feel like this?' he asked her in a low, thickened
voice. 'You give me nothing, absolutely nothing, yet I can't stop wanting
you.' His hand reached out, almost pleadingly, to touch her arm. 'Selina ...'

-Ashley Dent”
― Charlotte Lamb, The Long Surrender

“Please,' she says, her head bent. 'Please. You must try to break the curse. I know that you are the queen by right and that you may not want him back, but-'

If anything could have increased my astonishment, it was that. 'You think that I'd-'

'I didn't know you, before,' she says, the anguish clear in her voice. There is a hitch in her breath that comes with weeping. 'I thought you were just some mortal.'

I have to bite my tongue at that, but I don't interrupt her.

'When you became his seneschal, I told myself that he wanted you for your lying tongue. Or because you'd become biddable, although you never were before. I should have believed you when you told him he didn't know the least of what you could do.

'While you were in exile, I got more of the story out of him. I know you don't believe this, but Cardan and I were friends before we were lovers, before Locke. He was my first friend when I came here from the Undersea. And we were friends, even after everything. I hate that he loves you.'

'He hated it, too,' I say with a laugh that sounds more brittle than I'd like.

Nicasia fixes me with a long look. 'No, he didn't.'

To that, I can only be silent.

'He frightens the Folk, but he's not what you think he is,' Nicasia says. 'Do you remember the servants that Balekin had? The human servants?'

I nod mutely. Of course I remember. I will never forget Sophie and her pockets full of stones.

'They'd go missing sometimes, and there were rumours that Cardan hurt them, but it wasn't true. He'd return them to the mortal world.'

I admit, I'm surprised. 'Why?'

She throws up a hand. 'I don't know! Perhaps to annoy his brother. But you're human, so I thought you'd like that he did it. And he sent you a gown. For the coronation.'

I remember it- the ball gown in the colours of the night, with the stark outlines of trees stitched on it and the crystals for stars. A thousand times more beautiful than the dress I commissioned. I had thought perhaps it came from Prince Dain, since it was his coronation and I'd sworn to be his creature when I'd joined the Court of Shadows.

'He never told you, did he?' Nicasia says. 'So see? Those are two nice things about him you didn't know. And I saw the way you used to look at him when you didn't think anyone was watching you.'

I bite the inside of my cheek, embarrassed despite the fact that we were lovers, and wed, and it should hardly be a secret that we like each other.

'So promise me,' she says. 'Promise me you'll help him.'

I think of the golden bridle, about the future the stars predicted. 'I don't know how to break the curse,' I say, all the tears I haven't shed welling up in my eyes. 'If I could, do you think i would be at this stupid banquet? Tell me what I must slay, what I must steal, tell me the riddle I must solve or the hag I must trick. Only tell me the way, and I will do it, no matter the danger, no matter the hardship, no matter the cost.' My voice breaks.

She gives me a steady look. Whatever else I might think of her, she really does care for Cardan.

And as tears roll down my cheeks, to her astonishment, I think she realises I do, too.

Much good it does him.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“thank you, thank you for having
me, please have me please, have me, again.”
― Franny Choi, Soft Science

“Break the bond. The bargain, the- the mating bond. He- he made me do it, made me swear it-'

'No,' Rhysand said.

I ignored him, even as my heart broke, even as I knew that he hadn't meant to say it- 'Do it,' I begged the king, even as I silently prayed he wouldn't notice his ruined wards, the door I'd left wide open. 'I know you can. Just- free me. Free me from it.'

'No,' Rhysand said.

But Tamlin was staring between us. And I looked at thim, the High Lord I had once loved, and I breathed. 'No more. No more death- no more killing.' I sobbed through my clenched teeth. Made myself look at my sisters. 'No more. Take me home and let them go. Tell him it's part of the bargain and let them go. But no more- please.'

Cassian slowly, every movement pained, stirred enough to look over a shredded wing at me. And in his pain-glazed eyes, I saw it- the understanding.

The Court of Dreams. I had belonged to a court of dreams. And dreamers.

And for their dreams... for what they had worked for, sacrificed for... I could do it.

Get my sisters out, I said to Rhys one last time, sending it into that stone wall between us.

I looked to Tamlin. 'No more.' Those green eyes met mine- and the sorrow and tenderness in them was the most hideous thing I'd ever seen. 'Take me home.'

Tamlin said flatly to the king, 'Let them go, break her bond, and let's be done with it. Her sisters come with us. You've already crossed too many lines.'

Jurian began objecting, but the king said, 'Very well.'

'No,' was all Rhys said again.

Tamlin snarled at him, 'I don't give a shit if she's your mate. I don't give a shit if you think you're entitled to her. She is mine- and one day, I am going to repay every bit of pain she felt, every bit of suffering and despair. One day, perhaps when she decides she wants to end you, I'll be happy to oblige her.'

Walk away- just go. Take my sisters with you.

Rhys was only staring at me. 'Don't.'

But I backed away- until I hit Tamlin's chest, until his hands, warm and heavy, landed on my shoulders. 'Do it,' he said to the king.

'No,' Rhys said again, his voice breaking.

But the king pointed at me. And I screamed.

Tamlin gripped my arms as I screamed and screamed at the pain that tore through my chest, my left arm.

Rhysand was on the ground, roaring, and I thought he might have said my name, might have bellowed it as I thrashed and sobbed. I was being shredded, I was dying, I was dying-

No. No, I didn't want it, I didn't want to-

A crack sounded in my ears.

And the world cleaved in two as the bond snapped.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta stretched out her legs, leaning her bruised palms on the stone. 'Enjoy your exercises.'

Cassian bristled. But he held out his hand again. 'Please.'

She'd never heard him say that word. It was a rope thrown between them. He'd meet her halfway- let her win the power battle, admit defeat, if she would just get off the rock.

She told herself to get up, to take that outstretched hand.

But she couldn't Couldn't bring her body to rise.

His hazel eyes were bright with pleading in the morning sun, the wind dancing in his dark hair. Like he was made from these mountains, crafted from wind and stone. He was so beautiful. Not in the way that Azriel and Rhys were beautiful, but in an uncut way. Savage and unrelenting.

The first time she'd seen Cassian, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She felt like she'd spent her life surrounded by boys, and then a man- a male, she supposed- had suddenly appeared. Everything about him had radiated that confident, arrogant masculinity. It had been heady and overwhelming, and all she'd wanted, all she'd wanted for so many months, was to touch him, smell him, taste him. Get close to that strength and throw everything she was against it because she knew he'd never break, never falter, never balk.

But the light in his eyes dimmed as he lowered his hand.

She deserved his disappointment. Deserved his resentment and disgust. Even if it carved something vital from her.

'Tomorrow, then,' Cassian said. He didn't speak to her again for the rest of the day.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ?Court of Silver Flames

“The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences. He was capable of giving the coolest of set-downs to any gushing female; and the advances of toadeaters he met with the most blistering of snubs; but even as he realised how intolerably bored he would be in Soho he found himself quite unable to snub his latest and most youthful admirer. It would be like kicking a confiding puppy.”
― Georgette Heyer, Frederica

“Please don't shut me out. Or if you're going to, just tell me, tell me so that I'm not dangling in this in-between space.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

“He also had another analogy of refuting God. One¡¯s identity is supported like a house of cards. The layer upon layer of delicately balanced playing cards are like the structure of one¡¯s previous prayers. They are the supports which God has granted and enabled. For every time one has lain prostrate on the floor, with one¡¯s forehead on the ground, crying for God¡¯s help, for one¡¯s self, for one¡¯s family and friends, in one¡¯s darkest moments, pleading with the Lord, begging for mercy, and when the Lord hears, when the prayer is answered, the terror is averted and another layer of cards is constructed in delicate balance to create the next layer.
One¡¯s foundations are built on these episodes, based on the mercy of the Lord. Woe be it if the foundations are removed.”
― Henry Virgin, Exit Rostov

“Odasaku...' Dazai said softly. 'Forgive me for the absurd wording, but¡ªdon't go. Find something to rely on. Expect good things to happen from here on out. There's gotta be something...”
― Kafka Asagiri, ÎĺÀ¥¹¥È¥ì¥¤¥É¥Ã¥°¥¹ Ì«Ô×ÖΤÈü\¤Î•r´ú [Bung¨­ Stray Dogs - Dazai Osamu to kuro no jidai]

“Attention received after pleading is called pity.”
― Nitya Prakash

“I suddenly realized that if we are sitting around waiting ¡ª maybe even begging and pleading ¡ª for our circumstances to change so that we can finally live life the way we really want to live, chances are very good that we will stay stuck waiting forever.”
― Richie Norton

“I see arms and hands and tear-stained faces...
Reaching up but not quite touching the promised land...
I hear pleas and prayers and desperate graces,
Saying Oh Lord, please give us a helping hand...”
― Jimi Hendrix, Cherokee Mist: The Lost Writings

“Odasaku," Dazai said softly. "Forgive me for the absurd wording, but¡ªdon't go. Find something to rely on. Expect good things to happen from here on out. There's gotta be something...”
― Kafka Asagiri, ÎĺÀ¥¹¥È¥ì¥¤¥É¥Ã¥°¥¹ Ì«Ô×ÖΤÈü\¤Î•r´ú [Bung¨­ Stray Dogs - Dazai Osamu to kuro no jidai]

“His eyes were the colour of a sky I'd never see again if I refused to kill him, a colour I'd never get out of my mind, never forget no matter how many times I painted it. He shook his head, those eyes growing so large the white showed all around. He would never see that sky, either. And neither would these people, if I failed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love-- I have found you. You are my sympathy-- my better self-- my good angel-- I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you-- and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me into one.”
― Charlotte Bront?, Jane Eyre

“But a male voice pleaded from behind, 'Don't.'

Varian appeared from the rocky path, gasping for breath, splattered with blood.

Amren smirked. 'Like a hound on a scent.'

'Don't,' was all Varian said.

'Unleash me,' Amren said, ignoring him. 'Let me end this.'

I began shaking my head. 'You- you will be gone. You said you won't remember us, won't be you anymore if you're freed.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“We're going to be alright,' she lied. 'We're going to go home, where Syrinx is waiting for us. We're going to go home. You and me. Together. We'll have that afterward, like you promised. But only if you hold on, Hunt.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“O sirs, how many souls, then, have every one of us been guilty of damning! What a number of our neighbours and acquaintance are dead, in whom we discerned no signs of sanctification, and never did once plainly tell them of it, or how to be recovered! If you had been the cause but of burning a man's house through your negligence, or of undoing him in the world, or of destroying his body, how would it trouble you as long as you lived! If you had but killed a man unadvisedly, it would much disquiet you. We have known those that have been guilty of murder, that could never sleep quietly after, nor have one comfortable day, their own consciences did so vex and torment them. O, then, what a heart mayst thou have, that hast been builty of murdering such a multitude of precious souls! Remember this when thou lookest thy friend or carnal neighbour in the face, and think with thyself, Can I find in my heart, through my silence and negligence, to be guilty of his everlasting burning in hell? Methinks such a thought should even untie the tongue of the dumb. . . . [H]e that is guilty of a man's continuing unregenerate, is also guilty of the sins of his unregeneracy. . . . Eli did not commit the sin himself, and yet he speaketh so coldly against it that he also must bear the punishment . Guns and cannons spake against sin in England, because the inhabitants would not speak. God pleadeth with us with fire and sword, because we would not plead with sinners with our tongues (410-11).”
― Richard Baxter, The Saints' Everlasting Rest

“God himself is pleading through us for people to be reconciled to him, if we prepare our body for him”
― Sunday Adelaja

“It is bad enough to be unconverted and going to hell. It is even worse to say, ¡°I know it and will not cry for mercy.”
― J.C. Ryle, A Call to Prayer

“Lily, I..."
Her entire body jolted at the sound of her name in his rough tone. There was a deep plea in his voice.
Withe her emotions thick in her throat, she turned to look at him.
He had risen to his feet and stood there so strong and stern. The rhythm of his breath had slowed, and the strength of his body was undeniable. But it was his vulnerability of spirit that struck her in that moment.
He pressed his mouth into a hard line before he cleared his throat and began again. "Believe me, Lily, I want you to touch me."
His words were heavy with need. Yes. He desired her- she knew that much to be true.”
― Amy Sandas, The Untouchable Earl

“Please, good sir- Feyre is my youngest. I beseech you to spare her. She is all... she is all...' But whatever he meant to say died in his throat as the beast roared again. But hearing those few words he'd managed to get out, the effort he'd made... it was like a blade to my belly. My father cringed as he said, 'Please-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I¡¯d been so used to the court system and thinking of myself as a criminal. I¡¯d been so used to pleading in abeyance, proclaiming my guilt and unworthiness and asking the judge for mercy. But God¡¯s love went beyond anything I¡¯d seen in my lifetime. He wasn¡¯t just giving me mercy by overlooking my sins, He was giving me justice by paying off every debt I¡¯d ever created and bearing every damnation I¡¯d ever deserved.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God¡¯s relentless pursuit and a drug addict¡¯s journey to finding purpose

“When the eternal God looked at my record and said, ¡°Michael is found guilty, the penalty of his crimes is death and his crimes must be paid for in hell,¡± Jesus didn¡¯t just sit there pleading for my forgiveness saying, ¡°Please forgive Michael. Please have mercy on him.¡± No, He made a case for me and got a verdict on my behalf. He took the penalty on Himself and fulfilled everything that the law required.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God¡¯s relentless pursuit and a drug addict¡¯s journey to finding purpose

“She tried to pull away, but Jacks held tight, knotting her hair in his fist and keeping his forehead pressed to hers. 'Please, Little Fox, remember.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love