People shouldn’t have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.
One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.
My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
I won’t let this be my good-bye. I’ve folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I’ve made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.
Sam,? the girl said. ‘Sam.’ She was the past present and future. I wanted to answer, but I was broken.
His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.
People don’t change who they are. They only change what they do with it.
Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn’t know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.
She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.
Crashing into the trembling void Stretching my hand to you Losing myself to frigid regret Is this fragile love A way To say Good-bye.
She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own.
And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me – nothing anywhere but Grace and me – she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.
She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.
It’s easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don’t understand.
There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.
You’re getting your weird all over me.
What are you wishing for?? Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.