Crowns Quotes

“Crowns do queer things to the heads beneath them.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

“Some of the most beautiful things worth having in your life come wrapped in a crown of thorns.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“I want something good to die for. . . to make it beautiful to live.”
― Stacey T. Hunt, The Adventure Begins

“Real kings and queens are people whose heads are crowned with dreams as they sit on the throne of passion. They rule with visions in the regalia of inspirations!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“But does the king serve the crown, or the crown serve the king?”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong

“Crowns are not just for the head. It is for the shoulders. When you become a queen it is about shouldering the responsibility to innovate leadership so we can impel others to use their influence, vision and talents.”
― Janna Cachola

“Few kings are actually deserving of their crowns, but that doesn’t mean they’re incapable of greatness.”
― A.D. Aliwat, In Limbo

“She owes me nothing, and her truth is her own. To bury or not.”
― Lauren Loscig, War Hour

“Lysta, perhaps you could stand at the end of the table. That seat is reserved for Lord Torryn’s Heir, and unless this meeting is also an announcement of your engagement, it would be inappropriate for you to reside there, even if just for the day.”
― Lauren Loscig, War Hour

“Impatience has ruined many crowns; it had lured people to give up when they have just few minute to win, just few millimeters to touch the winning carpet!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Daily Drive 365

“She built a castle
of her own
and wears a crown
of blood and hope.”
― CM Adler, Queen of December: Verses of Wings and Witches

“Crowns don't make Queens nor define them. Like flowers, they are part of the Garden, an epitome of embrace.”
― Goitsemang Mvula

“The chamber was a cool, chill black- as if we'd stepped inside the mind of some sleeping beast. And within its round space gleamed glittering islands of light. Of jewels.

Ten thousand years' worth of treasure.

It was neatly organised, in podiums and open drawers and busts and racks.

'The family jewels,' Rhys said with a devious grin. ...

...carved into the rock was an entire wall of crowns. They each had their own resting place, lined with black velvet, each illuminated by-

'Glowworms,' Rhys told me as the tiny, bluish globs crusted in the arches of each nook seemed to glitter like the entire night sky. In fact... What I'd taken for small faelights in the ceiling high above... It was all glowworms. Pale blue and turquoise, their light as silken as moonlight, illumining the jewels with ancient, silent fire.

'Pick one,' Rhys whispered in my ear.

'A glowworm?'

He nipped at my earlobe. 'Smartass.' He steered me back toward the wall of crowns, each wholly different- as individual as skulls. 'Pick whichever crown you like.'

'I can't just- take one.'

'You must certainly can. They belong to you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin