Satvika

“Love is—” She shifted in her saddle, fighting to sit taller, to convey a larger sense of self. “It isn’t something that can be understood or explained. It’s intangible. Like magic. Those who do not possess its power can never fully grasp it.”

Ranmaru inclined his head. “That sounds rather sad.”

“And smells like horseshit,” Ōkami said over his shoulder.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Flame in the Mist

“I don’t want you risking yourself for me,” he continued, his voice unhurried. “Not anymore.”

“I’m not risking myself for you,” Mariko retorted. “I’m here for me. Because I still have things I wish to accomplish with my life.” She refocused her attention on the misshapen mass. Slowly began chiseling away twisted fragments of wax, using a lacquered chopstick she’d pilfered from her evening meal. “It turns out my wishes have something to do with you.”
― Renée Ahdieh, Smoke in the Sun

“Scarlet and I are going to start a missing-fingers club. We might let Cinder be an honorary member.”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

“Yes. I kept the magnet Atlas gave me when we were kids. Yes. I kept the journals. No, I didn’t tell you about my tattoo. Yes, I probably should have. And yes, I still love him. And I’ll love him until I die, because he was a huge part of my life. And yes, I’m sure that hurts you. But none of that gave you the right to do what you did to me. Even if you would have walked into my bedroom and caught us in bed together, you still would not have the right to lay a hand on me, you goddamn son of a bitch!”
― Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us