A.Austin

“Sixty minutes to an hour.
Twenty-four hours to a day.
These are mortal instruments, for mortal lives.
But when you live forever, time is something far less constant.
When you are happy, a decade rushes by.
When you are sad, a minute crawls.
When you are lonely and afraid, time seems to lose all meaning.
Blink, and a year is gone.
Blink, and it has only been a night.
Only, it is not a life at all.
It is a prison sentence.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Death comes, and sometimes it is kind, and often it is cruel, and very rarely it is welcome. But it comes all the same.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Live long enough, and things begin to rot.” He draws a hand from his pocket, taps a fingertip against his chest. “Compassion, affection, humility, care.” One strike with every word. “They drop away like petals, till all that’s left is stem and thorn. Hunger, and the urge to hunt.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil