Patience

“I started to leave, but Wölfe trapped me in his arms and buried his face in my neck. “I’ll come before the night is over.” The words rumbled in his chest, and I felt them to the tips of my toes. Kalyll. Wölfe. Wölfe. Kalyll. My emotions flared for both of them. How could I feel this way about two completely different males?”
― Ingrid Seymour, A Cage So Gilded

“His gaze swings toward mine, and his brow furrows. “It’s hard to live with a man who was executed on the same day as my mother.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“For you it was just one day, then business as usual. For us it was one day, and every single day that came after.” I lean forward on my elbows, so my face is only a few inches from his, so he hears every word when I lower my voice. “It must eat you alive, not knowing. Not knowing who, not knowing how, not knowing why. But you didn’t know him.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Losing a child was like losing a limb. You were reminded of it every time you moved, until the consistent adjustments to life became a permanent part of you.”
― A.R. Torre, The Good Lie