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“But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“And when he presses his lips into the curve of my throat, I can feel his tears on my skin.

“You are an idiot,” I say, even as I guide his face and mouth to mine. I kiss him, not gently, but desperately. Desperately, because he’s worth it—because life is terrifying and short and I don’t know what will happen. All I know is that here and now, I am still alive, and I want to be with Wesley Ayers. Here and now I want to feel his arms wrapped around me. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to feel his life tangling with mine. Here and now is all we have, and I want to make it worth whatever happens next.”
― Victoria Schwab, The Unbound

“The truth," he says, "is a painful reminder of why I prefer to live among the lies.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“But he grins, so brilliantly, not even paying attention. “I love it when you say my name,” he says. “I don’t even know why.”
“Warner isn't your name,” I point out. “Your name is *****.”
His smile is wide, so wide. “God, I love that.”
“Your name?”
“Only when you say it.”
“*****? Or Warner?”
His eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“If music stops, and art ceases, and beauty fades, what have we then?”
― Julie Berry, Lovely War

“You never know. Something small and broken really can be powerful.”
― Beth Revis, Star Wars: Rebel Rising

“You are sure of your path," Cohmac had said to Reath on that same day when Reath had asked him to be his master.
And he had felt so sure then, and that sureness had been a blessing after so much chaos and confusion. But it turned out paths only revealed themselves one step at a time, and Reath was ready to for another step.”
― Daniel José Older, Midnight Horizon

“Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Anakin was going to be hers, and she was going to be his, and almost no one in the whole galaxy would share that with them.”
― E.K. Johnston, Queen's Hope

“Whatever I am, let it be enough”
― V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Mentally, I was a slut. Physically, I was terrified of intimacy. Spiritually, I didn’t like men.
I was confused.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Devils

“Vamos encarar: Estou apavorada e paralisada. Para começar, creio, temo por mim... o primeiro anseio ancestral pela sobrevivência. Chegou a tal ponto que vivo cada momento com terrível intensidade. Na noite passada, voltando de carro de Boston, deitei-me no banco de trás e deixei que as luzes coloridas viessem a mim, a música do rádio, o reflexo do rapaz que dirigia. Tudo isso fluía por mim com uma pontada de dor gritante... lembre-se, lembre-se, isto é o momento, este momento, este momento. Viva-o, sinta-o, agarre-se a ele. Quero tomar consciência profunda de tudo que considerava favas contadas. Quando a gente sente que aquilo pode ser o adeus, a pancada é mais intensa. Preciso ter algo. Quero parar tudo, a monumental farsa grotesca inteira, antes que seja tarde demais. Mas escrever poemas e cartas não parece facilitar muito as coisas. Os grande homens são todos surdos.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Sentia-se muito jovem; e, ao mesmo tempo, indizivelmente velha. Passava como uma navalha através de tudo; e ao mesmo tempo ficava de fora, olhando. Tinha a perpétua sensação, enquanto olhava os carros, de estar fora, longe e sozinha no meio do mar; sempre sentira que era muito, muito perigoso viver, por um só dia que fosse.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“I dwell in possibility…”
― Emily Dickinson

“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.”
― Emily Dickinson