Resza

“It was, for Sam, a rare impulsive moment. It was, for Addie, the second month of an affair. A passionate affair, to be sure, but only because time is a luxury she can’t afford. Sure, she dreams of sleepy mornings over coffee, legs draped across a lap, inside jokes and easy laughter, but those comforts come with the knowing. There can be no slow build, no quiet lust, intimacy fostered over days, weeks, months. Not for them. So she longs for the mornings, but she settles for the nights, and if it cannot be love, well, then, at least it is not lonely.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“I don't know what they want from me," he says. "I don't know who they want me to be. They tell you to be yourself, but they don't mean it, and I'm just tired..." His voice breaks. "I'm tired of falling short. Tired of being... it's not that I'm alone. I don't mind being alone. But this–" His fingers knot in his shirtfront. "It hurts.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“She could fall into this moment forever, but she knows there is no future in it. Only an infinite number of presents, and she has lived as many of those with Sam as she can bear.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“I see someone who cares,” she says slowly. “Perhaps too much. Who feels too much. I see someone lost, and hungry. The kind of person who feels like they’re wasting away in a world full of food, because they can’t decide what they want.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue