Alex Ryder

“I wanna ask if you really said you’d pepper spray her, but I already know the answer.”

Pressing my lips together, I shrugged.

He reached up toward me and brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek, still smiling wide, and pinched my chin. “You’re fucking nuts.”

All I did was shrug again. “You know that, but you’re still here, aren’t you?”

His smile melted into a smaller one, and the deep breath he let out made it seem like it had weighed a thousand pounds. Then his fingers brushed over my cheek again, and Dallas moved to tuck a strand of her behind my ear. His voice was soft. “I’m still here, Peach.”
― Mariana Zapata, Wait for It

“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden

“Dallas,” I whispered. “You really don’t owe me anything. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“None. Stop wasting your breath.”
Did he stop what he was doing? No. He didn’t.
“You are so fucking stubborn,” I said.
“Pot meet your kettle.”
― Mariana Zapata, Wait for It

“Don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses