I wonder how long it will take for me to feel as adult inside as I look outside.
If you combined these two things – the unfathomable and the practical – you were most of the way to understanding Adam Parrish.
And a final, anxious part – an ever-growing part – was occupied with the color of the fall sky, the leaves on the ground, the sense that time was passing without being replaced, that it was running out and spooling to the end.
The stars winked through the beech leaves. She’d read that new stars tended to form in pairs. Binary stars, orbiting in close proximity, only becoming single stars when their partner was smashed off them by another pair of wildly spinning new stars. If she pretended hard enough, she could see the multitude of pairs clinging to each other in the destructive and creative gravity of their constellations.
He had had his own feelings hurt over and over by Adam, even when Adam had meant no harm. Some of the worst fractures had appeared because Adam hadn’t realized the he was causing them.
There are trees, and then there are trees at night. Trees after dark become colorless and sizeless and moving things.
People are like sweet, sweet chords – we love them when they’re playing all together nicely, like in the pretty number I’m going to spin next, but it would be a crying shame to forget what a lovely little noise a D major makes strummed on a single guitar.
Is Noah out here?” “Hold on,” Gansey told Adam. Then, to Ronan: “Why would he be?” “No reason. Just no reason.” Ronan slammed his door. Gansey asked Adam, “Sorry. You still have that suit for the party?” Adam’s response was buried in the sound of the second-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, “He threw me out the window!” Ronan’s voice sang out from behind his closed door: “You’re already dead!
You know, you’re not such a shithead.” “No,” Ronan replied, “really I am.
Here was a thing Beatriz wanted: to devote time to understanding how a butterfly was similar to a galaxy. Here was a thing she feared: being asked to do anything else.
So there was burnished Gansey, who might not have saved Ronan’s life in high school, but at the very least kept it mostly out of Ronan’s reach so that he could not take it down and break it.
Gansey sat behind the wheel, wearing both his Aglionby uniform and an electric expression that startled Blue. It was wide-awake and glittering, a match struck just behind his eyes. She’d seen this vivid Gansey before, but usually only when they were alone.
The annoying thing about Ronan was always that he was angry when everyone else was calm, and calm when everyone else was angry.
I’m not a creeper. I’m just a guy looking for a king.
Sadness is a little like darkness. They both begin the same way.
There’s such thing as an emotional cost,” Adam said. “Investing in someone else’s survival isn’t free, and some people’s emotional banks are already overdrawn.
She wished so much for the presence of the boys, or Calla, or her mother, or – she had so many people that she took for granted, all the time. She had never needed to be truly afraid before. There had always been another hand to catch her, or at least to hold hers as they fell together.
Ronan Lynch smiled then, too, and it was a weapon.
There he is,” Henry said. “Toga party tonight, Richard, at Litchfield House. You should bring your boys and your child bride.
Some words have multiple meanings. Scholastic, aware that I’m allergic to preservatives, kindly got someone to translate the phrase “I can only eat food without preservatives” into Italian. They warned me, however, as they taught me how to say it, that the Italian word for “preservatives” is the same as the word for “condom.” So that I should be careful how I look when I say it.