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“Oddly, a pressure lifted from my shoulders. I didn’t feel bad about this as I rose. I was basically a blank canvas and that wasn’t a bad thing, I decided in that moment, because that meant I could become anything.”

“He got it. He got me. And that meant the entire universe to me.”

“He always seemed so much bigger, older than her, because in her eyes, he took up her entire world.”

“It’s funny how home can mean one thing one day and something entirely different the next. I think that’s because home isn’t a place—it’s a feeling.”

He puts his hand against my chest. "It's still beating," he whispers, his words a soft kiss against my lips. "As long as it's beating, you're okay."

Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate and happy holidays!!!! 🎄🕎♥️🎉

“It was such a nice thing to say that there was hardly any space for all the words inside the boy who would become world-famous, so he was forced to grow several inches instead. They carried on painting in silence, falling for each other’s talent the way you fall through a hole in reality. They were both in pain, but just then they were no longer held captive on Earth.”

“He feels like telling her that the artist didn’t give her the painting because it was his inheritance, he gave it to her because he realized that she was the inheritance. Art is what we leave of ourselves in other people.”

“His mom grew plants that were a small revolution every day, an armed resistance of tenderness in an apartment besieged by hatred and violence.”

“Adults often think that self-confidence is something a child learns, but little kids are by their nature always invincible, it’s self-doubt that needs to be taught.”

“You have to take it for granted, the artist thinks, the whole thing: sunrises and slow Sunday mornings and water balloons and another person’s breath against your neck. That’s the only courageous thing a person can do.”

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

“He wasn’t afraid for things to get ugly, to see someone at their weakest, and he didn’t fall over himself trying to talk me out of my own feelings. He just witnessed them, and somehow, that let them finally get out of my body after years of imprisonment.”

“When it came down to it, I knew exactly who Gus Everett was, and it didn’t change a thing. Because even though he would probably never learn to dance in the rain, it was Gus I wanted. Only Gus. Exactly Gus.”

“He fit so perfectly into the love story I’d imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.”

“And then, without any true plans, I started writing one, and that feeling, that feeling of falling head over heels in love with a story and its characters as they sprang out of me, was unlike anything else.”

— Reading a book where the character feels as deep of a connection to other characters as I do is something I didn’t know I deeply needed. :,)

“Back then, true love had seemed like the grand prize, the one thing that could weather any storm, save you from both drudgery and fear, and writing about it had felt like the single most meaningful gift I could give.”

“And that was the moment I realized: when the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear. I decided then that my life would be full of all three.”

I feel so lucky to have this little community on here to obsess over stories with. Thanks for interacting with me and talking books; that’s all I have to say. 🥹

“Adults always think they can protect children by stopping them from going to dangerous places, but every teenager knows that’s pointless, because the most dangerous place on earth is inside us. Fragile hearts break in palaces and in dark alleys alike.”

“I’m so used to thinking of myself in terms of my flaws. Yet here she is, reframing my very existence as an inherent strength. I didn’t think it was possible to love her more, but every day, every hour, she finds a way. Sometimes—miraculously—she even manages to make me like myself, too.”

Ok I have a dilemma!!!!! I was going to read the fourth wing trilogy next but then I read this popular highlight from “my friends” by Fredrik Backman and idk which to read first 😭 help me out yall!!!

“It’s incredible, I think, that one day could hold one of the worst, and one of the best, moments of my life, all in one.”

“I love you,” she finishes fiercely, and for just a heartbeat, the world stops. “I love you, too,” I hear myself say, and it’s the truth.

You’ve redefined what happiness is. Each night, I climb into bed excited because when I wake, I get to live another day knowing you. The only thing that matters is you, Danni. I wanted to become a better person, but you make me good. I need you, and I need the version of me I become when I’m with you. If I lose you, I lose me, and I will fight for you until I’m broken and bloodied if that’s what it takes.

“You,” she says, turning her face to me, “are my favorite person. Do you know that? My favorite person in the world.”

“You,” she says, turning her face to me, “are my favorite person. Do you know that? My favorite person in the world.”

Although I was raised to believe that unflinching meant to remain stoic in the face of terror and despair, I’m starting to consider that perhaps it’s quite the opposite. To see fear approaching and avert one’s eyes is little more than hiding. To allow pain to engulf you when it arrives—to invite suffering now and still climb to your feet once the wave has washed past? That is what it truly means not to flinch

"She stares at me, and I despise it, because she's mesmerizingly beautiful, and I wish she wasn't. And all I want to do is roll back time and somehow turn a moment into an eternity, erasing the "after" altogether. I may only get one life, but if I had the choice, I would spend the rest of it kissing her-every wretched second I have left-just so l would never have to face breaking apart for the last time."

"She stares at me, and I despise it, because she’s mesmerizingly beautiful, and I wish she wasn’t. And all I want to do is roll back time and somehow turn a moment into an eternity, erasing the “after” altogether. I may only get one life, but if I had the choice, I would spend the rest of it kissing her—every wretched second I have left—just so I would never have to face breaking apart for the last time."