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  • #1
    Alexandra Bracken
    “I think I'm losing it—I don't know what's happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you've said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.”
    Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

  • #2
    Huntley Fitzpatrick
    “Did you know that in space it's very, very cold? And there's no oxygen? And if an astronaut fell out of a shuttle without his suit he'd die right away?"

    I'm a fast learner. "But that would never happen. Because astronauts are really, really careful."

    George gives me a smile, the same dazzling sweet smile as his big brother, although at this point, with green teeth. "I might marry you," he allows. "Do you want a big family?”
    Huntley Fitzpatrick, My Life Next Door

  • #3
    Huntley Fitzpatrick
    “I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?”
    Huntley Fitzpatrick, My Life Next Door

  • #4
    E. Lockhart
    “Be a little kinder than you have to.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #5
    E. Lockhart
    “Do not accept an evil you can change.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #6
    E. Lockhart
    “She is sugar, curiosity, and rain.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #7
    E. Lockhart
    “He was contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coffee. I could have looked at him forever.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #8
    E. Lockhart
    “Always do what you're afraid to do.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #9
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #10
    Sarah J. Maas
    “No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #11
    Sarah J. Maas
    “In the garden, the Captain of the Guard stared up at the young woman's balcony, watching as she waltzed alone, lost in her dreams. But he knew her thoughts weren't of him.

    She stopped and stared upward. Even from a distance, he could see the blush upon her cheeks. She seemed young—no, new. It made his chest ache.

    Still, he watched, watched until she sighed and went inside. She never bothered to look below.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #12
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Who said anything about shame?" She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're not strutting about, boasting to everyone. I certainly would be if I'd tumbled me.
    "Does your love for yourself know no bounds?"
    "Absolutely none.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

  • #13
    Sarah J. Maas
    “The best lies were always mixed with truth.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Crown of Midnight

  • #14
    Alexandra Bracken
    “Black is the color that is no color at all.
    Black is the color of a child's still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching your every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that stretches up to tear at the sky.
    It is a road. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars.
    It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart.
    The color of Chubs's hair, Liam's bruises, Zu's eyes.
    Black is a promise of tomorrow, bled dry from lies and hate.
    Betrayal.
    I see it in the face of a broken compass, feel it in the numbing grip of grief.
    I run, but it is my shadow. Chasing, devouring, polluting. It is the button that should never have been pushed, the door that shouldn't have opened, the dried blood that couldn't be washed away. It is the charred remains of buildings. The car hidden in the forest, waiting. It is the smoke.
    It is the fire.
    The spark.
    Black is the color of memory.
    It is our color.
    The only one they'll use to tell our story.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #15
    Alexandra Bracken
    “They'd never fade, even in the afterlight of all of this”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #16
    Alexandra Bracken
    “You wanna go build some shelves with me?”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #17
    Alexandra Bracken
    “Ruby, what does the future look like?” Nico asked. “I can’t picture it. I try all the time, but I can’t imagine it. Jude said it looked like an open road just after a rainstorm.”
    I turned back toward the board, eyes tracing those eight letters, trying to take their power away; change them from a place, a name, to just another word. Certain memories trap you; you relive their thousand tiny details. The damp, cool spring air, swinging between snow flurries and light rain. The hum of the electric fence. The way Sam used to let out a small sigh each morning we left the cabin. I remembered the path to the Factory the way you never forgot the story behind a scar. The black mud would splatter over my shoes, momentarily hiding the numbers written there. 3285. Not a name.
    You learned to look up, craning your neck back to gaze over the razor wire curled around the top of the fence. Otherwise, it was too easy to forget that there was a world beyond the rusting metal pen they’d thrown all of us animals into.
    “I see it in colors,” I said. “A deep blue, fading into golds and reds—like fire on a horizon. Afterlight. It’s a sky that wants you to guess if the sun is about to rise or set.”
    Nico shook his head. “I think I like Jude’s better.”
    “Me too,” I said softly. “Me too.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #18
    Alexandra Bracken
    “And the open road rolled out in front of us.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight

  • #19
    “I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
    In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #20
    “I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #21
    “My face is in his hands and my lips are at his lips and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

  • #22
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #23
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “It was possible that there were two gods in this church.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Blue Lily, Lily Blue

  • #24
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

  • #25
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
    From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
    I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
    But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
    It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
    It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
    She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
    I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

  • #26
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “To Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

  • #27
    Alexandra Bracken
    “I love you. With my whole heart. My whole life, however long I'm lucky enough to get, nothing will change for me.”
    Alexandra Bracken, In the Afterlight
    tags: love



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