Monica

“... the feeling that you’re not so much living your life as just trying to push through it won’t last forever. Someday you’ll be able to breathe.”
― Mackenzi Lee, The Nobleman's Guide to Scandal and Shipwrecks

“Perhaps in the tower room, high above the royal crypt, Lynet could put herself back together again.”
― Melissa Bashardoust, Girls Made of Snow and Glass

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“I may have lost my mind," he told her. "Isn't it wonderful?”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea