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“Scythe Anastasia is not your concern."

"She's my only concern.”
― Neal Shusterman, The Toll

“He didn’t give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity

-Belly Conklin-”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“I love Jere more than anybody. He’s my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too.” His voice broke.
“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they’d been there all along. All that time. I had to face it. He was part of my DNA. I had brown hair and I had freckles and I would always have Conrad in my heart.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“I’ve only ever loved two boys—both of them with the last name Fisher. Conrad was first, and I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It’s the kind of love that doesn’t know better and doesn’t want to—it’s dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“I go wherever you go,' he says, launching us into the water.
This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved.”
― Jenny Han, We'll Always Have Summer

“I'm not sure I'm the good girl i once thought i was . I've lost her along the way”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He’d told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves before her Columbia interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“What's wrong with me? ... I might seem like the ideal student: homework always in early, every extra credit and extra curricular I can get my hands on, the good girl and the high achiever. But I realized something just now: it's not ambition, not entirely. It's fear. Because I don't know who I am when I'm not working, when I'm not focused on or totally consumed by a task. Who am I between the projects and the assignments, when there's nothing to do? I haven't found her yet and it scares me. Maybe that's why, for my senior capstone project this year, I decided to solve a murder.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“The people you love weren’t calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point. Victor was her dad, who’d raised her since she was four years old, and Josh was her annoying little brother.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“Are we going to forget everything, curl up and hide? Live our lives knowing a killer is out there watching us? Or do we fight? Do we find them and punish them for what they’ve done to us? Put them behind bars so they can’t hurt anyone ever again?”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“Pip wished she was strong enough, but she'd learned that she wasn't invincible; she too could break.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“That’s what I want for my kids. I want them to love their family, but to feel a deeper sense of pride in who they are as individuals, Nick, not in how much money they have, what their last name is, or how many generations they go back to whatever dynasty. I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of being around all these crazy rich Asians, all these people whose lives revolve around making money, spending money, flaunting money, comparing money, hiding money, controlling others with money, and ruining their lives over money.”
― Kevin Kwan, Crazy Rich Asians

“He would never give up trying. He would take an impossible situation and make everything possible.”
― Kevin Kwan, Crazy Rich Asians

“I once read a poem about love being fragile, as thin as glass and easily broken.

But that is not the kind of love that survives in a place like this. It must be hardy and enduring. It must have grit.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“I might love him. And it has tilted my universe off center, the frayed edges of my life starting to unravel. Loving someone is dangerous. It gives you something to lose.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“But how do you let yourself unravel in front of someone, knowing your armor is the only thing keeping you safe?”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“And late at night when he folds her in his arms beside the crackling fire and kisses the space just behind her ear, she knows he's falling in love with her. And maybe he's loved her long before this, long before he pulled her from the water on the night of the summer solstice—the night that is a blur in her memory. But she doesn't ask. She doesn't want to know about the before.
Because she loves him now, with the wind seeping through the cracks in the cottage windows...the world stretched out before them.
They have eternity. Or even if it's just one life, one long, singular life—that's enough.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“Don’t
forget me.”
“Never,” he answers. And his face is the last thing I see before I jump over
the side and hit the water. And everything turns black.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“He tastes like a summer wind far away from here, like absolution, like a boy from a different life. Like we could make memories that belong only to us. Memories that have nothing to do with this place. A life, maybe. A real life.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep

“I think we all get to decide what good and bad and right and wrong mean to us, not what we’re told to accept.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“It was in nightmares, and crashing pans, and heavy breaths, and dropped pencils, and thunderstorms, and closing doors, and too loud, and too quiet, and alone and not, and the ruffle of pages, and the tapping of keys and every click and every creak. The gun was always there. It lived inside her now.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Oh, justice exists," Charlie said, looking up at the rain. "Maybe not the kind that happens in police stations and courtrooms, but it does exist. And when you really think about it, those words – good and bad, right and wrong – they don’t really matter in the real world. Who gets to decide what they mean: those people who just got it wrong and let Max walk free? No," he shook his head. "I think we all get to decide what good and bad and right and wrong mean to us, not what we’re told to accept. You did nothing wrong. Don’t beat yourself up for other people’s mistakes.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Fuck likeable. You know who's likeable? People like Max Hastings who walk into a courtroom with fake glasses and charm their way out. I don't want to be like that.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Hey Sarge, remember me?”
― Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“She wanted to go back. SHe wanted to run to him, fall into him, be Team Ravi and Pip and nothing more. Tell him she loved him in all the secret ways they had, hear him speak all those names he had for her in his butter-soft voice.”
― Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“She still spoke to Ravi every day. Not the real one, the one who lived in her head. She spoke to him when she was scared or unsure, asked him what he would do if he were there. He sat beside her when she was lonely, and she was always lonely, looking at old photos on her phone. He told her goodnight and kept her company in the dark while she learned how to sleep again.”
― Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“You're Pippa Fricking Fitz-Amo-bi. My little Sarge. Pippus Maximus, and there's nothing you can't do.”
― Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead

“Her judgement day would come, but for now, Pip walked and she promised. That's all. One foot in front of the other, even if she had to drag them, even when the hole in her heart felt too big to keep standing. She walked and she promised and he was with her, Ravi's fingers slotting in between hers in the way they used to fit, fingertips in the dips of her knuckles.”
― Holly Jackson, As Good As Dead