Johanna

“I know you don’t want this, Katsa. But I can’t help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I’m afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you’ll . . . oh, I don’t know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me,” he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His face dropping into his hands. “I love you,” he said. “You’re more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. And I’ve made you cry; and there I’ll stop.” She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him. She stood. “I need to go.” He jumped up. “No, Katsa, please.” “I won’t go far, Po. I just need to think, without you in my head.” “I’m afraid if you leave you won’t come back.” “Po.” This assurance, at least, she could give him. “I’ll come back.”
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

“We are capable of big lives. A big history. Why settle? Why choose the practical thing, the mundane thing? We are born to dream and make the things we dream about.”
― Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

“Give 'em hell, darlin”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade