Shelly

“At least I died trying. And I won. I never gave them away. I never hurt them. I did my best to find them. I tried to keep my promise... I die for them.
I counted nineteen steps before I could respond. Nineteen sluggish, futile crunches across the sand.
"Then what am I dying for?" I wondered, the pricking feeling returning in my desiccated tear ducts. "I guess it's because I lost, then, right? Is that why?"
I counted thirty-four crunches before she had an answer to my question.
No, she thought slowly. It doesn't feel that way to me. I think... Well, I think that maybe... you're dying to be human. There was almost a smile in her thought as she heard the silly double meaning to the phrase. After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.”
― Stephenie Meyer, The Host

“There aren’t many sins in my bible. Giving up is the greatest one of all.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Burned

“Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score

“surprised his head doesn’t spin and his eyeballs don’t bug out. “Um.” His gaze bounces around the bathroom like a rubber ball. He looks at the towel rack, where his cargo pants are hanging. He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-fucking-patra. He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud. And then he looks at Winston. “Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.” “Nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know!”
― Elle Kennedy, The Score