Sara

“Don’t.” Ryan sits forward. “Don’t you dare cry.”  I suck in a breath, shaking my head and stopping any emotions before they really start. “Sorry. We’re at your work event.”  “Indy.” Both his large hands cup my face. “I don’t give a fuck where we are. You could cry all you want at this fundraiser. You could scream, laugh, throw a temper tantrum in front of these people for all I care. I don’t give a fuck, but you’re not crying over him, here or anywhere else.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“I’m learning this now at the ripe old age of twenty-four. I can’t control how you see me, but I can control how I will be seen. And you will only ever see me very put together. You don’t need to know about the parts of me that aren’t.”
― Jessa Hastings

“I do not want you dead, and I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
― Elsie Silver, Heartless