Jena

“He'd kept every note she'd written him, and kept his three or four favourites in the envelope in his pocket, always. And the envelope was gone. [...]
"What's wrong?" said Hava, who was watching him with rising impatience.
What was wrong was that Giddon was realizing, with a bright white clarity he'd never had before, that a person did not keep notes like that from a friend, carrying them around like something precious, like treasure, for no reason. It wasn't normal, it wasn't a routine thing to do, and Giddon had never wanted to be Bitterblue's confidant and counselor when she searched for a husband. He'd loved her.”
― Kristin Cashore, Winterkeep

“When you said my name . . . the stone within me suffered a crack. And I don't regret that it did, because I had forgotten how vital it is to be known for who you are, and not for who you pretend to be. I had forgotten how good it is to be seen, even with flaws and scars. I wanted you to see me.”
― Rebecca Ross, Dreams Lie Beneath

“Dead leaves give the feeling of relief that there's still something in the world,
That’s also as devoid as you are
Touching every leaf mark on the stem tells you a story
Listen to it carefully
That once there was a connection
But with time
And the change in the season
Made way for the leave to fall off
To change its color too
To tell the stem that this is the time to take a leave
To finally say "goodbye"
And leave behind the faded scars
That'll make way for the birth of new leaves
To make another affiliation with the new companions.”
― Hareem Ch, Muse Buzz

“I love the way you smile,’ he said with a dreamy sleepy expression. “I want to tell you to do it more often, but I don’t.”

I took in every inch of that flawless face. “Why?”

He didn’t even have his eyes open as he responded. “Because you don’t give it to everyone.” His cheek rested against mine, that sweaty chest did the same as he said, “And I don’t plan on sharing you.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love