Krithi

“Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,
then from my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth.
It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“Nothing is certain but death and taxes.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Inheritance Games

“And Nash? He’s going to kill you—and me.”
“Libby won’t let him. Killing bad. Cupcakes good.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Brothers Hawthorne

“Even if you’re going to live three thousand more years, or ten times that, remember: you cannot lose another life than the one you’re living now, or live another one than the one you’re losing.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations