Knowing what I was, and wanting me, anyway.
It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I’m not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.
Sean takes my ponytail in his hand, his fingers touching my neck, and then he tucks my hair into my collar out of the reach of the wind. He avoids my gaze. Then he links his arm back around me and pushes his calf into Corr’s side.
This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.
Blue tried not to look at Gansey’s boat shoes; she felt better about him as a person if she pretended he wasn’t wearing them.
I don’t trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn’t mean I’m afraid of it.
It’s a lovely answer and takes me entirely by surprise. I hadn’t realized we were having a serious conversation, or I think I would’ve given a better reply when he asked me.
Happiness isn’t something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.
I always wanted an eccentric daughter. I just never realized how well my evil plans were working.
The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he’d been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.
His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.
He was a book, and he was holding his final pages, and he wanted to get to the end to find out how it went, and he didn’t want it to be over.
Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.
The head is too wise. The heart is all fire.
What a strange constellation they all were.
You’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me,” Gansey said. “Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don’t want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don’t want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her. Why?
When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.
It wasn’t that Henry was less of himself in English. He was less of himself out loud. His native language was thought.
I don’t care to be pretty,” Blue shot back hotly, “I care to look on the outside like I look on the inside.