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It’s not that I wanted to misbehave, but the most interesting things were always forbidden.
Papa called her Sunny because when she smiled, you could feel it on your skin. But she wasn’t happy, not often and not really. She’d known grief all her life.
A heart open to joy is a heart vulnerable to sorrow. There’s no family without loss, no love without pain.”
My sorrow felt like anger, and anger felt dangerous.
“The gods made him sick,” I said dully. “Why would they save him?”
“Whatever else is taken from you, never lose hope. Even if you see how dark the world can be, choose to believe it could be better.”
No matter where you are—in chains, in prison, in servitude—you remain free in your mind, in your soul.
She’d woven her way deep into my fibers. To cut her out would hurt me, too.
steeping himself in sin so he could feel the full measure of forgiveness from the gods.
loving someone and feeling close to them aren’t exactly the same thing.
“I’m not a monster. I’m a man who was touched by the monstrous.”
if love was the worst trick of the gods. It seemed to exist mainly to torture us.
Her breath went into my lungs and our souls overlaid like two transparent images. She was me and I was her and we were one together, something that held all the world in its grip, stealing this moment for us alone.
Anger fades. Love only grows.
“Every mark on you is something you survived to get back to me. You have never looked more beautiful.”
I had no self outside of him. We were one and the same, not me and him, just us.
If the dead feel anything, it’s the joy of the living. We must glow like lanterns to them, through the screen that separates us all.
We lived a thousand lives in each other’s arms, whispering the deepest wishes of our
Those who never face something that could break them will never know the satisfaction of finding yourself whole and triumphant on the other side.