Isabelle

“I'll make it up to you,' I promise, holding her delicate hands between my rough ones. 'I'm not saying we won't fight or you won't want to throw those daggers at me when I'm inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to do better.'

'Make what up to me?' She pulls away with an inquisitive smile.

I blink as her brow furrows. Has she lost her memories? 'How much do you remember?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I remember it, like a physical punch in the gut, how much I loved him. Really loved him. To the bone, loved him. Cut me and I'd bleed him. How much I needed him, still needed him, would forever, always, never couldn't, even if I tried, needed him (pg 60)”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“I remember the first time I made her smile. It felt like such a worthwhile pursuit when I was a kid. Still feels like a worthwhile pursuit now.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“We were just babies, really. Doing grown-up things with hearts the size of Texas and a lust as deep as the Mariana Trench.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks