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    Leigh Bardugo
    “She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

  • #2
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #3
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #4
    Leigh Bardugo
    “I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. I coddle it. I feed it fine cuts of meat and send it to the best schools. I nurture my grudges, Rollins.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #5
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

  • #6
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “All gods who receive homage are cruel. All gods dispense suffering without reason. Otherwise they would not be worshipped. Through indiscriminate suffering men know fear and fear is the most divine emotion. It is the stones for altars and the beginning of wisdom. Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

  • #7
    Zora Neale Hurston
    “Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”
    Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

  • #8
    Stephanie Garber
    “She imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.”
    Stephanie Garber, Caraval

  • #9
    Stephanie Garber
    “She remembered thinking falling for him would be like falling in love with darkness, but now she imagined he was more like a starry night: the constellations were always there, constant, magnificent guides against the ever-present black.”
    Stephanie Garber, Caraval

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “Everyone wants to tell you that it isn't so bad, but it is. You will be so sad that you will feel like you will die. But you won't die. And with every day that passes, you will get back a little piece of yourself.”
    Cassandra Clare, Sword Catcher

  • #11
    Ann Liang
    “It's so easy to fall into the assumption that anything someone else gains is something you lose. To think of success as some lavish party with only a limited number of invites. To convince yourself that if you could only make it to a certain point in the distance, you'll finally find a place to rest. To feel like there's always more than you can do. But I mean, look what's being done to us - to our self-esteem, to our pride, to our bodies. We're exhausted and on the verge of breaking down at any second and... somehow we're expected to just keep going.”
    Ann Liang, I Am Not Jessica Chen

  • #12
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar



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