Laina > Laina's Quotes

“The last-page ache. The deep breath in after you’ve set the book aside.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Those were the endings I found solace in. The ones that said, Yes, you have lost something, but maybe, someday, you’ll find something too.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Because the things that mattered most never really left. The love stays. The love always stays, and so do we.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“Sometimes the people you loved left you halfway through a story. Sometimes they left you without a goodbye. And, sometimes, they stayed around in little ways. In the memory of a musical. In the smell of their perfume. In the sound of the rain, and the itch for adventure, and the yearning for that liminal space between one airport terminal and the next. I hated her for leaving, and I loved her for staying as long as she could. And I would never wish this pain on anyone.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“You only live once. And if you do it right, once is all you need.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“The people we care for aren't always the one we should”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“My dark days made me strong. Or maybe I already was strong, and they made me prove it.”
― Emery Lord, When We Collided

“Even the constellations can see us now: we are seventeen and shattered and still dancing. We have messy, throbbing hearts, and we are stronger than anyone could ever know.”
― Emery Lord, When We Collided

“I know this feeling of being a ghost in your own life - no one sees you, no one feels you, so you stay still as if you could actually disappear at any moment.”
― Emery Lord, When We Collided

“I will render you as you really were, neither cast in pristine stained glass or unholy fire. I will make you into nothing more than a man, tender and brutal in equal measure, and perhaps in doing so I will justify myself to you. To my own haunted conscience.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.
A woman can't live like that, my Lord. No one can. Don't ask me why I did it.
God, forgive me.
Christ, forgive me.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“To those who escaped a love like death,
and to those still caught in its grasp:
you are the heroes of this story”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood