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“Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“Nothing is more painful to the human mind than, after the feelings have been worked up by a quick succession of events, the dead calmness of inaction and certainty which follows and deprives the soul both of hope and fear.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“There’s a kind of time travel in letters, isn’t there? I imagine you laughing at my small joke; I imagine you groaning; I imagine you throwing my words away. Do I have you still? Do I address empty air and the flies that will eat this carcass? You could leave me for five years, you could return never—and I have to write the rest of this not knowing.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Her pen had a heart inside, and the nib was a wound in a vein. She stained the page with herself.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“You’ve always been the hunger at the heart of me, Red—my teeth, my claws, my poisoned apple.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“I don’t give a shit who wins this war, Garden or the Agency, towards whose shift the arc of the universe bends. But maybe this is how we win, Red. You and me. This is how we win.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Where have you been?" she cried. "Damn you, where have you been?" She took a few steps toward Schmendrick, but she was looking beyond him, at the unicorn.

When she tried to get by, the magician stood in her way. "You don't talk like that," he told her, still uncertain that Molly had recognized the unicorn. "Don't you know how to behave, woman? You don't curtsy, either."

But Molly pushed him aside and went up to the unicorn, scolding her as though she were a strayed milk cow. "Where have you been?" Before the whiteness and the shining horn, Molly shrank to a shrilling beetle, but this time it was the unicorn's old dark eyes that looked down.

"I am here now," she said at last.

Molly laughed with her lips flat. "And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?" With a flap of her hand she summed herself up: barren face, desert eyes, and yellowing heart. "I wish you had never come. Why did you come now?" The tears began to slide down the sides of her nose.

The unicorn made no reply, and Schmendrick said, "She is the last. She is the last unicorn in the world."

"She would be." Molly sniffed. "It would be the last unicorn in the world to come to Molly Grue." She reached up then to lay her hand on the unicorn's cheek; but both of them flinched a little, and the touch came to rest on on the swift, shivering place under the jaw. Molly said, "It's all right. I forgive you.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“Just do something. You might make a mistake, then you can fix it. But if you do nothing, you can't fix anything. And your life might turn out full of regrets.”
― Jenny Colgan, The Little Shop of Happy Ever After

“Because every day with a book is slightly better than one without, and I wish you nothing but the happiest of days.”
― Jenny Colgan, The Bookshop on the Corner

“Even Chaos has rules. To receive, we must be willing to take. To win, you must be willing to fight. To drink in life itself, you must be willing to bleed.”
― Jamison Shea, I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me

“TO THOSE WHO FIND FREEDOM IN BECOMING A MONSTER WHEN DENIED THE SPACE TO BE HUMAN”
― Jamison Shea, I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me

“What is life but hunger and resilience? Persistent thriving no matter the conditions? What better kin to have?”
― Jamison Shea, I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me

“Tragedy has a way of breaking gentle things and soldering the shattered pieces together in ways we can't control. Some, it remakes into stronger, more resilient creatures. In others, the pieces fuse before they heal, leaving only razor-sharp edges. I can offer you no other explanation or excuse for the way she's cut you over the years.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“We need more Darcys in the world,” I answered with a little shrug. “Says the woman with a thing for Hemingway.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“We’re all entitled to our mistakes. When you recognize them for what they are, don’t live there. Life is too short to miss the lightning strike and too long to live it alone.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“Do not settle for the love that hones your edges and turns you brittle and cold,”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“You are the culmination of every lightning strike and twist of fate. Do not settle for the love that hones your edges and turns you bitter and cold, Georgia. Not when there are so many other kinds of love waiting for you. And don't wait like I did, wasting 17 years, because I'd left one bitter foot in my past. We're all entitled to our mistakes. When you recognize them for what they are, don't live there. Life is too short to miss the lightning strike, and too long to live it alone.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“My favourite piece of the collection was a crown composed of glass icicles ranging from six to ten inches long. "Get it?" A corner of my mouth lifted in a smirk.

"It's befitting of an ice queen," he answered with a low chuckle. "Though you're anything but cold. It's incredible."

"Thank you. I never commented on their little digs because there's power in silence and grace in holding your head high, but I figured why not own it? I'm the only person who gets to define me anymore, and besides, maybe I'll make a crown of flames next.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“He stepped forward and the familiar scent of overpowering cologne hit me like milk left too long in the refrigerator - everything good having turned rancid.”
― Rebecca Yarros, The Things We Leave Unfinished

“Do not change the parts of yourself that you like to make others comfortable. Do not try to mold yourself to fit the standards someone else has set for us.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“Your name is no curse, Little Bird. I just like the taste of it”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“To me, you are a song to a soul that has never known music. Light to someone who has only seen the darkness. You bring out the absolute worst in me, and I become vindictive toward those who treat you in ways I don’t care for. Yet you also bring out the best in me—I want to be better because of you. Better for you.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“I have waited for you for millennia, Signa Farrow.” There was a silky husk to his voice now, too pleased for his own good. “Since the dawn of this earth, I have waited. You are mine, and I am yours. And together, this world is ours.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“She no longer feared what brewed within her, and
she was done making apologies for who she was. Signa would not just burn; she would ignite.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“He was the fire of the stars. The dazzle of the moon. The darkness of the shadows, and the caress of wind against her skin as that darkness drank her in like she was the finest wine.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“And at other times you are an endless annoyance. Always, though, you are a fascination”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“She tried to steal a look at him, but the mist and the shadows obscured him. She could have tried harder, but in the end it didn’t matter to her what Death looked like. What she felt for him—how she wanted him—was bone-deep and aching.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna