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April 22 - May 7, 2025
there was no difference between fairytales and history. All stories are made of both truths and lies, she used to say. What matters is the way that we believe in them.
Heroes don’t get happy endings. They give them to other people.
But hope is a difficult thing to kill,
“I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.”
It wasn’t because she was fearless or terribly heroic; it was because Evangeline simply had more hope than most.
“Hurt is what made me.”
Just love him the same way you live your life—love him without holding back, love him as if every day with him will be more magical than the last, love him as if he’s your destiny and the world will be better if you two are together, and he won’t be able to ever stop loving you.
There are much better ways to die than this, Little Fox.
She didn’t make being alone seem lonely
it was not what she’d been yesterday, and she felt a strange pit in her stomach as she realized that she would never be that girl again. She wasn’t the person she had been before.
She was feeling the return of her hope.
She knew there were downsides to feeling deeply; it could get in the way of logic and reason. But shutting off emotions was just as treacherous.
“The first time I met her, she threatened to throw me from a sky carriage.” “And you liked her for that?” Evangeline asked. “I’d just threatened to kill her.” He said it as if they’d been flirting. “This is a terrible love story, Jacks.”
Was she destined to end up here, or was it just one of many possible paths?
