Variation

by Rebecca Yarros

The second her gaze lifted to lock with mine, I forgot how to fucking breathe, let alone think. I’d never been hit by lightning, but I bet this was what it felt like.

2% in and we’re already going this hard??? Oh it’s over

I thought I’d understood the meaning of yearning, but I hadn’t really. Not until right now.

What is this book teaching me? What a man yearning looks like, 100% 😮‍💨

Guest. My chest burned like a struck match at the sudden awareness that I wanted my name on that card. I didn’t want to be some anonymous, fleeting, erasable guest in her life like the others who had come before me. I wanted to be engraved, etched, and carved so deeply into her soul that she’d never get me out.

Are you kidding me

Her eyes lit with mischief, and if I hadn’t fallen for her eleven years ago, that look would have done it. Hook. Line. Sinker.

“When you don’t give your body time to heal, it will take the time from you.”

That . . .” I glanced pointedly at her phone. “That is just a sparkly hall of mirrors, and staring too long through the lens of how other people perceive you is bound to start distorting how you see yourself.

while it may have only been four percent of her day, it was a hundred percent of what she had to give.

You need to stop hiding behind what everyone else wants, because you’re the only one responsible for your happiness.