Francesca

“As I thought
about that, I had
to wonder: What will we
know better about tomorrow?
Who cares? Hindsight is useless.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank

“There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Isn't it ironic . . . we ignore those who adore us, adore those who ignore us, hurt those who love us, and love those who hurt us.


Every flaw he held and every perfection he flaunted made her love him even more.

"I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”
― Ellen Hopkins

“My rapier wit hides my inner pain.”
― Cassandra Clare