There was no point telling himself not to fight with Ronan. They would fight again, because Ronan was still breathing.
Today, Blue thought, is the day I stop listening to the future and start living it instead.
The thing was, Ronan knew what a face looked like, just before it was about to break. He’d seen it in the mirror often enough. Adam had fracture lines all over him.
He wondered if he was going to go through each year of his life thinking about how stupid he’d been the year before.
In that formless place, he found himself intensely grateful for Ronan and Adam waiting outside for him, for Blue and her family, for Noah and for Malory. He was so grateful to have found all of them, finally.
What do you mean Ronan’s a magical entity? Is he a demon? Because this all makes sense if so.
By relegating the things we fear and don’t understand to religion, and the things we understand and control to science, we rob science of its artistry and religion of its mutability.
But one of the marvelous things about being Ronan Lynch was that no one ever expected him to do anything nice for anyone.
It’s an enormous sky out there with a lot of stars above it and a lot of folks underneath it, and all of us, stars and human, are missing someone in the dark.
If Glendower had not saved Gansey’s life, he did not know who to thank, or who to be, or how to live.
Friendship of the unshakeable kind. Friendship you could swear on. That could be busted nearly to breaking and come back stronger than before.
Dreams are not the safest thing to build a life on.
There was nothing inherently guilty about the moment except that Gansey burned with guilt and thrill and desire and the nebulous feeling of being truly known. It was on the inside of him, and the inside was all Noah ever really paid attention to.
If one squinted into Cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. The shadows of horned animals that never appeared. The winking lights of another summer’s fireflies. The rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. Magic.
It is, after all, not the tasks people do but the things they do around the edges of them that reveal who they are.
Sir, I think maybe your mama didn’t teach you how to talk to women. And she’s not my girlfriend.
I think it’s crazy how you’re in love with all those raven boys.
The better he got to know her, the more it felt like he did when he was swimming. There stopped being dissonant versions of him. There was only Gansey, now, now, now.
Let’s leave her,” Ronan said. Gansey replied, “If we abandoned people in caves because they were crazy, you’d still be back in Cabeswater.
They regarded each other. Adam fair and cautious, Ronan dark and incendiary. This was Ronan at his most truthful.