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“Don't you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke?
Darling, he'd said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“It never occurred to me that you might be mine.”
― Christina Lauren, In a Holidaze

“You have me. Until the last star in the galaxy dies, you have me.”
― Amie Kaufman, Illuminae

“Instead, for luck, he asked them for 26, because Evvie’s address was 26 Bancroft Street. When he got home and he showed the shirt to Evvie, she said, “Hey, look. That’s my house number. Maybe it’s lucky.” He’d folded it up, saying, “Maybe.”
― Linda Holmes, Evvie Drake Starts Over

“It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when she was sitting on her bed staring at the Boston skyline and chewing on her lunch, that Olive realized that the protein bar Adam had given her was covered in chocolate.”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis

“Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me.
I would write the words a thousand times if they'd be strong enough to hold you here.”
― Victoria Schwab, Gallant

“I loved her with a love that broke me.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“Technically, I’m a murderer, but I like to think that’s one of my better qualities.”
― Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom

“You’re overthinking it.’ ‘I have anxiety. I have no other type of thinking available.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“That’s the tone of voice you use when you’re about to give unsolicited advice.” “That’s the only kind I can give you. You never solicit my advice, even though it’s impeccable.”
― Kerry Winfrey, Very Sincerely Yours

“Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“I wanted you to kiss me, Jack," I say, bereft. It's not as if he isn't aware what I wanted back there; to be coy would be pointless. "I don't like myself for it." He strokes my hair, cups my chin, looks me in the eyes. "If I tell you something, do you promise to never tell another living soul, not even a goldfish?" I swallow, eye to eye with him as I nod, and he takes my face between both of his hands. Whatever he's about to say, I think it's something I'm going to remember forever. "I wanted to kiss you back there in the pub, Laurie, and I want to kiss you even more right now. You're one of the loveliest people I've ever met in my whole life." He looks away, down the length of the deserted street and then back at me again. "You're beautiful and kind, and you make me laugh, and when you look at me like that with your summer hedgerow eyes...only a fucking saint wouldn't kiss you." Then he leans me against the wall with the weight of his body, and because he isn't a fucking saint, he kisses me. Jack O'Mara dips his head and kisses me in the snow, his lips trembling and then hot and sure, and I'm crying and kissing him back, opening my mouth to let his tongue slide over mine as he makes this low, injured animal noise in his throat. I feel the relief of him in every follicle of my hair, and in every cell of my body, and in the blood in my veins. His breathing is as shallow as mine, and it's so much more than I've ever imagined, and trust me, I used to let my imagination run riot where Jack O'Mara was concerned. He holds my face as if I'm precious and then pushes his fingers into my hair, cupping my head in his hands when I tip it back. This is the only time we will ever kiss each other. He knows it, I know it, and it's so achingly melancholy-sexy that I feel tears threaten again.”
― Josie Silver, One Day in December

“It took four years for me to fall in love with him. It only took four pages to stop.”
― Colleen Hoover, November 9

“I’ve been in love with you for months. I’m telling you now because I think you love me, too, Anna. You just don’t think you’re supposed to. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. I can wait.”
― Tracey Garvis-Graves, On the Island

“Why don’t you just heat the water in the microwave?” he asked, pouring the water into a ceramic teapot. “Oh my god,” Mei said. “Don’t ever let Hugo hear you say that. No, you know what? I changed my mind. Tell him, but make sure I’m there when you do. I want to see the expression on his face.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.”
― Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

“He looked at me with a hundred stories lit behind his eyes.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“Lillian sounds like she’s more nice than she is kind. Does that make sense? Niceness is good manners, and stopping to give someone directions, and smiling at the overworked cashier at the supermarket. These are all good things, but they have nothing to do with what’s underneath. Niceness is all about what we do when other people are looking. Kindness, on the other hand, runs deep. Kindness is what happens when no one’s looking.”
― Sangu Mandanna, The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches

“Just because you're strong doesn't mean you shouldn't ask for help sometimes. Remember that.”
― Julie Buxbaum, Tell Me Three Things

“Three things?” I ask. “I read about it in a book. Seems like a good way to get to know someone. Having to choose three things.”
― Julie Buxbaum, Hope and Other Punch Lines

“We were salt and sand and sea and storm.”
― Adrienne Young, Namesake

“Being nice is a good thing. You can be strong and nice. You don’t have to be one or the other.”
― Beth O'Leary, The Flatshare

“The man was younger, around Hugo’s age. He was coldly handsome, though his handlebar mustache made Wallace want to punch him in the face.”
― T.J. Klune, Under the Whispering Door

“You named the chicken, Chicken?"

She looked embarrassed. "When we decided not to kill it, I got attached.”
― Tracey Garvis-Graves, On the Island

“I want her beside me as I take this journey through life. She’s both the path I’d follow anywhere and my destination.”
― Daisy Prescott, Happy Trail

“I'm afraid that you're looking for your next chapter, and I'm looking for the whole rest of the book.”
― Kate Stayman-London, One to Watch

“He puts his claw against the divider. “Fist my bump.”

“Fist-bump. It’s just ‘fist-bump.’”

“Understand.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“I love you, too," she said.

Nathaniel's brow furrowed. He turned his face to the side and blinks several times.

"Thank God," he said finally. "I don't think unrequited love would have suited me. I might have started writing poetry.”
― Margaret Rogerson, Sorcery of Thorns

“My house. My chair. My woman.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“You’re not a problem, Misery. You’re a privilege.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride