Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“Careful. In nature, beauty is a warning. The pretty ones are often poisonous.”

“One can be alone without feeling lonely,” she muses. “One can feel lonely without being alone.”

“But you cannot have what you want until you know what you want. And once you do know,” she adds, “it’s only a matter of what you’re willing to do to get it.”

Besides,” she says, sliding her arm through Charlotte’s, “others stay put, and wither in their boxes. We draw up our roots, and find new ground in which to grow.”