I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.
Because you have only known me for like fourteen seconds and seven of those were us making out and you still know more about me than all of my friends in this stupid place.
Avoidance is a wonderful therapy.
All of them are men, not a girl amongst them unless you count Tommy Falk because his lips are so pretty.
I try to think of something catchy to say, but there’s nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one.
The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle’s her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.
There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven’t discovered yet that it’s not the fastest who make it to race day. You only have to be the fastest of those who are left.
We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.
What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You’d crush all my hopes and dreams, but it’s an option.
Scent is the strongest tie to memory.
No. Not really. A weapon didn’t come to an agreement with the hand that held it.
He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn’t understand.
All that mattered was that something had struck the match, and Gansey was burning.
The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire, gasoline and dreams.
He left Chainsaw behind, much to her irritation. Ronan didn’t want her to learn any bad language.
Blue thought about what Gansey had said, about being wealthy in love. And she thought about Adam, still collapsed on their sofa downstairs. If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him?
Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey, Gansey-on-fire. Like he pulled himself from the car because ordinary climbing out was too slow. This was going to be a night.
Gansey could’ve had any and all of the friends that he wanted. Instead he had chosen the three of them, three guys who should’ve, for three different reasons, been friendless.
Reality’s what other people dream for you.
Right, sure. Because there’s no girls in politics! I have no interest. Voting? What? I forgot my apron. I think I ought to be in the kitchen right now, actually. My rolling pin-.