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“History has failed us, but no matter.”
― Min Jin Lee, Pachinko

“Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I'd wake up every morning and think, 'This will end in flames.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“It's the good things that hurt when you're missing them.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“I’m more happy than not.

Don’t forget me.”
― Adam Silvera, More Happy Than Not

“The boy with no direction taught me something unforgettable: happiness comes again if you let it.”
― Adam Silvera, More Happy Than Not

“you're everywhere
except right here
and it hurts”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“i could be anything in the world but i wanted to be his”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“do you think flowers will grow here when you and i are off building something new with someone else”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“I long
for you
but you long
for someone else
I deny the one
who wants me
cause I want someone else”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“love does not look like a person
love is our actions
love is giving all we can
even if it's just the bigger slice of cake
love is understanding
we have the power to hurt one another
but we are going to do everything in our power to make sure we don't
love is fighting out all the kind sweetness we deserve
and when someone shows up
saying they will provide it as you do
but their actions seem to break you
rather than build you
love is knowing whom to choose”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

“If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Nice things don’t happen in storybooks,” Taryn says. “Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“Because you’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“I couldn’t help but
notice it was always this way. At state events or important dinners, Mom was beside Dad or situated
right behind him. But when they were just husband and wife—not king and queen—he followed her
everywhere.”
― Kiera Cass, The Heir

“Maybe it's not the first kisses that are supposed to be special. Maybe it's the last ones.”
― Kiera Cass, The Crown

“No one is ever the villain of their own story.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“That is not love. That is debt.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“Mark: “A strange evening, forsooth,” he said.
Emma: “Don’t you forsooth me.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

“Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“Name one hero who was happy.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”

My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.

“I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”

“No,” I said.

“This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”

“That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.

“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”

“You have.”

“And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”

“You did not.”

“There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”

I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles