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It's as though I don't make a ripple as I drop off the face of the earth.
Huntley Fitzpatrick, My Life Next Door
Just because he's a good leader doesn't mean he's a good person.
Sabaa Tahir, An Ember In The Ashes
We're all broken, in our own ways - in places no one might see.
Mor
Sarah J Maas A Court of Wings and Ruin
Never say no when you really want to say yes.
Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean (via youngadultquoted)
This is the first time I’ve been scared. Scared you’ll change your mind. Scared I’ll screw it up. Aces, Cress, I’m terrified of you.
Carswell Thorne
Marissa Meyer, Winter
"Oh, I fully intend to form an alliance with Luna.” Kai glanced at the cyborg foot again. “I just intend to put a different queen on the throne first."
Marissa Meyer, Winter
I fear tomorrow will be even more difficult for you, Sir Clay. Do try to think of me when you can.” “Try, Princess?” He smirked, meeting her gaze again. “I can’t seem to think of much else.
Marissa Meyer, Winter
“Captain?" "Cress." She couldn't not say it, although she realized he was right.It was sort of scary. Much scarier than it had been the first time she'd told him, out in the desert. It was different now. It was real. "I'm in love with you." He chuckled. "I should hope so, after all that." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her temple. "And I love you too.”
Marissa Meyer, Winter
She was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in was not an option.
Marissa Meyer, Winter
“He locked you up because he knew—the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels. He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself.” The words hit me, even as they soothed some jagged piece in my soul. “He did—does love me, Rhysand.” “The issue isn’t whether he loved you, it’s how much. Too much. Love can be a poison.” And then he was gone.
Rhysand
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
“I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us—because you weren’t afraid of me, and you decided to end your spectacular victory by throwing that piece of bone at Amarantha like a javelin. I felt Cassian’s spirit beside me in that moment, and could have sworn I heard him say, ‘If you don’t marry her, you stupid prick, I will.”
Rhysand
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Arin imagined how, if he could, he would kneel before the boy he had been. He’d cradle himself to his chest, let the child bury his wet face against his shoulder. Shh, Arin would tell him. You will be lonely, but you’ ll become strong. One day, you will have your revenge.
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Kiss
Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.
Maxon Schreave
Kiera Cass, The One
He ran in front of me, wrapping an arm around my waist as we stood, chest to chest. "Tell me," he whispered. I pinched my lips together. "Fine, then I shall have to rely on other means of communication." Without any warning, he kissed me.
Kiera Cass, The Elite
She pressed her face into the pillow. His scent was there. She was stupid to have come, yet didn’t have the strength to leave. The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.
Kestrel about Arin
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Kiss