Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“And how is a miracle different from a spell? Who is to say the saint was not a witch?”

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

“The world will try to make you small. It will tell you to be modest, and meek. But the world is wrong. You should get to feel and love and live as boldly as you want.”