Kristy

“You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine to keep out any of the million things flooding by; every color boiled bright enough to scald you, any second of any day could send you soaring or rip you to bloody shreds.”
― Tana French, The Secret Place

“The problem with books is that they end.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“For as long as I can remember, I have always had the feeling of not quite fitting in, not being the same as everyone else.”
― Jane Green, Summer Secrets

“Love doesn't keep you in a constant state of turmoil. It gives you peace.”
― Karin Slaughter, Pieces of Her