Isabelle

“She looked at me, really looked at me. “I like your face.”
Parks doesn’t remember saying that. But I remember her saying it. It
set me on a course for life.
I was high as a fucking kite for the rest of that day. Probably been
chasing that feeling ever since. And sometimes I wish I could go back in
time and tell little me to fucking run—that this girl is going to ruin you,
she’ll be all you think of, all the time, she’s going to bake biscuits, grind up
your heart and use it for sprinkles, she’ll hurt you and you’ll hurt her, and
you’ll never, fucking ever, get past her. But I can’t”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“Fifteen. She had me at one.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks

“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'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