He smiled. “You are always just Eadlyn. And you are always the queen. You are everything to everyone. And infinitely more to me.” – Erik.
Your impression of everyone is probably wrong in some way.
I’m eighteen. I’m genetically encoded to fight with my parents.
It was a delicious feeling, falling in love. I’d had so many luxuries in my life, and I thought I’d had a taste of this before, but I realized now it was merely a cheap imitation of something not meant to be imitated in the first place.
If me dying meant you living, how could that be anything but good?
Wanting to cry doesn’t mean you can.
Nothing makes you quite so aware of a person’s presence as the loss of it.
Whatever happened, I’d met my person, the one my soul connected to.
Grandma Singer was a fearsome creature. If we ever did have a war under my rule, my plan was to send her to the front lines. She’d come home holding the enemy by his ear within a week.
Love. Like clothes, I had guessed it was something that fit no two people exactly the same way. I was still unsure what the word looked like for me, but I sensed that sooner or rather than later, it would be fully defined. All that remained to be seen was if I could be satisfied with the definition.
I watched him go and told myself that the only reason I was smiling like that was because the cameras were hidden somewhere, not because of anything Kile Woodwork had done.
Vain koska pyysit, hauska nainen.
Love only yourself a little bit longer, until you can’t stand not to love someone else.
Love did nothing but break down defenses, and I could not afford that.
Finding a prince might mean kissing a lot of frogs. Or kicking a lot of frogs out of your house. Falling might mean running headfirst into something you always wanted. Or dipping your toe into something you’ve been scared of your whole life. Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.
Welcome to the first ever Selection Variety Show, starring a bunch of losers competing for your attention.
I didn’t know it would be so easy to make you smile.
His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center.
Focus less on what people say and more on what you can accomplish.
Sometimes you have to give the hurt a noise and let it out. If you don’t, it fills you up with its emptiness.