I didn’t raise you I be good and weak. I raised you to be powerful and happy.
Don’t let the inconsequential fairy tales stand in your way! You do what makes you happy, no matter what.
Maybe T-shirts should stick to something obvious, like i’m a girl or 80% water or likely to breathe.
Go get dressed, Eddie,” she called out. “If any hopeful murderers attack us, Lizzy has promised to beat them with her curling iron.
Briar stood, pushing up her sleeves. ‘It’s about to get all nonfiction in here’.
Think of learning as storing up supplies you may need for a harsh winter.
Jane caught sight of a very striking Colonel Andrews who, now that she watched him dance, might just be gay.
You slew Khasar, you healed me, and you have perfect ankles. I really don’t think this is a question we need to debate. -Khan Tegus.
Falling in love and falling to your death feel about the same, I thought. And I almost laughed.
I don’t want a daughter named after a stone,” she had said, choosing instead to name her Miri after the flower that conquered rock and climbed to face the sun.
You are not doing something foolish, are you?” In fact, she was, but that didn’t mean she had to stop glaring.
A ball – things happen at a ball. Cinderella happened at a ball. Jane might happen.
Raven was asking Apple to give up all known paths forever after. To lose everything that was known and safe. To spend her entire life on unfamiliar paths and wind-beaten cliffs. Every day uncertain, dangerous, treading water in a well with no guarantee of a Happily Ever After.
I believe reading books is one of the best ways to gain real empathy for people different from ourselves, and helping boys develop empathy for girls is a cause worth fighting for.
Katar had given her a small gift by opening her heart and showing her pain. Miri tucked the moment in her own heart and hoped somehow to repay.
If it had been a color, it might have been green. If it had touched her ears, it might have sounded rhythmic, like the creak of a rocking chair or drone of a bee. If it had a scent, it might have been sweet and drowsy, like fresh pine on the fire.
My heart’s so light it floats and carries me so my feet don’t walk. I sing all day and I don’t mind the washing, and that’s how I know I’m in love. Completely smitten with My Lord the cat.
Her eyes followed the long road that began south of the Great City.
Romance. That seemed silly... Now-so cheap, mass market-, high-discount. It was temporary insanity caused by the brain. It was a biological trick to ensure the survival of the species.
Charlotte couldn’t allow herself to dwell on how it felt to hold Eddie’s hand – as if all that mattered in the world were expressed in that touch; as if she would be safe and happy forever because this wonderful man wanted to be beside her; as if doves had come to nestle and coo beseechingly in her bosom. No, she really couldn’t allow herself to dwell on that, especially if doves were involved. Doves crossed the line. As they often do.