Rosie

“It was years ago now, on a warm summer night,
When the boy came out of the sea.
His skin was blue and his hair was white,
And he was in love with me.
He was wild and true, and right then I knew
That he was in love with me.

In our ship we sailed for years on the ocean,
Unfettered and totally free.
And he gave all his days to his endless devotion,
For he was in love with me.
I called it a phase and made endless delays,
Though he was in love with me.

One day the waves swept him right off the ship
And dropped him into the blue.
As his skin turned to water, his hair into fish,
He asked if I loved him too.
Too late I called through the wind and the water,
'I was always in love with you.'
I was always in love with you.”
― Traci Chee, The Reader

“He looks up at me with his night - colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once.
"For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me."
I make a face at him.
"And what made you decide it wasn’t?"
He grins up at me.
"They missed.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince / The Wicked King / The Queen of Nothing

“What’s more important, is that you survived.”
“Why?”
The captain poured himself a finger of liquor and clinked their glasses. “Because survivors get to decide who the heroes are. And the villains.”
― Traci Chee, The Storyteller

“Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.”
― John Lennon