At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
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At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Listen to me - I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
I want to meet you in every place I have ever loved.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive against and for. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me. I love you, and I love you, and I want to find out what that means together.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
I ramble, it seems, when writing to the darkness by hand. How embarrassing. I'm quite certain I've never rambled a day in my life before this. Another thing to give you: this first, for me.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Words hurt. I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Her pen had a heart inside, and the nib was a wound in a vein. She stained the page with herself. She sometimes forgets what she wrote, save that it was true, and the writing hurt.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
I revel in it, as one revels in pursuits one does not need. The runner enjoys running when she need not flee a lion.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
One person may wear different faces in different rooms.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.
This Is How You Lost the Time War | Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone
Today we queried, questioned, and inquired. Promise me that come tomorrow, we will not stop asking why.
Ella Minnow Pea | Mark Dunn
You don't have to make yourself OK for a good mother; a good mother makes herself OK for you.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid
It's always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid
What's what saying? Behind every gorgeous woman, there's a man sick of screwing her? Well, it works both ways. No one mentions that part.
The Seven Husband of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid
Do you understand what I'm telling you? When you're given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn't give things, you take things.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid
I think being yourself - your true, entire self - is always going to feel like you're swimming upstream.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid
I should have respected that while she had no place to tell me what I could and could not do with my body, I did have a responsibility to inquire about how my actions might affect her.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo | Taylor Jenkins Reid