All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.
Ronan gave in to the brief privilege of hating himself, as he always did in church. There was something satisfying about acknowledging this hatred, something relieving about this little present he allowed himself each Sunday.
Okay, outside,” the clerk said. “Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!
Neither could really help the other find sleep. But sometimes it was better just to know you weren’t the only one awake.
He’d chosen his weapon well: only the truth, untempered by kindness.
People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper.
The key, Gansey found, was that you had to believe that they existed; you had to realized they were part of something bigger. Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy.
Sometimes, Gansey felt like his life was made up of a dozen hours that he could never forget.
He waved his bloody finger in a sort of thank-you.
It was like when you had been unhappy and didn’t know it until you weren’t anymore.
When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.
Helen was beautiful in the way a supercomputer was beautiful: sleek with elegant but utilitarian styling, full of top-notch technological know-how, far too expensive for most people to possess.
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve, Blue. Either you’re his true love, “Neeve said, “or you killed him.
The truth is that I did feel bad before, but now my patience is at a thread. It’s not as if I can go back and undo the past.
Don’t stand behind a strange horse, don’t look a strange dog in the eyes, don’t rub a strange cat’s belly, and for God’s sake, don’t let strange men handcuff you to your bed.
Put that out,′ she says to Gabe, and he takes the cat from her and puts it on the other side of the door. She scowls at me. ‘I don’t cook. Cats make it worse.
Ronan’s second secret was Adam Parrish.
In her small voice, Persephone said, “I have nothing to add.” After a moment of consideration, she added, however, “If you are going to punch someone, don’t put your thumb inside your fist. It would be a shame to break it.
I saw her face then, and I recognized something of myself in her expression. Her eyes flicked over the shelves, seeking possibilities for escape.
There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn’t be acted out.