Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye.
She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me – nothing anywhere but Grace and me – she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.
She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
It’s easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don’t understand.
There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
You’re getting your weird all over me.
What are you wishing for?? Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.
And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.
They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.
Here is another secret: I have no business being fascinated by you.
I didn’t think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I’d do anything to stay with her.
Right now, it’s hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.
If that moment had been a real thing, it would’ve been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.
I would say that by virtue of your not acting parental up to this point, you’ve relinquished your ability to wield any power now. Sam and I are together. It’s not an option.
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,? he said. ‘Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.’ He flailed an arm toward the stars.
She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps.
Death smells like birthday cake.
When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.