It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.
Books are more real when you read them outside.
You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
I’d found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.
As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.
People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.
One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.
My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
I won’t let this be my good-bye. I’ve folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I’ve made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.
Sam,? the girl said. ‘Sam.’ She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
People don’t change who they are. They only change what they do with it.
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn’t know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.