Ella

“Ronan didn't care to think about this. It gave him the same vibe he used to get back at the Barns some nights, when he got trapped in one particular train of thought, where he imagined he and Adam had been together a very long time and then Ronan died of old age or bad choices and Adam found someone else and later they all three died and were reunited in the afterlife, and rather than getting to spend the rest of eternity together, Adam had to split his time between Ronan and this stupid usurper he'd fallen in love with as a widower, which completely ruined the point of Heaven. And that was before Ronan even got to worrying if Adam made it to the afterlife at all, with his agnostic tendencies.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible

“Jesper's mind emptied. He wasn't thinking of what had happened before or what might happen next. There was only the reality of Wylan's mouth, the press of his lips, then the fine bones of his neck, the silky feel of his curls as Jesper cupped his nape and drew him nearer. This was the kiss he'd been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was a prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker's Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart--or was it Wylan's?--like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“He wondered if she had any idea what he'd do for her, the worlds he'd destroy for her.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“There was silence then, and I did not care about the damp pallet or how sweaty I was. His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

"Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles