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“Entonces la besó, separando aquellos labios suaves con los suyos. Su sabor era perfecto, a lluvia nueva. El beso se hizo más profundo, recorrió su cuerpo con las manos, la atrajo hacia sí. Pero entonces ella se retiró y sonrió. Sin decir nada, le besó la nariz, la comisura de los labios, y después un hoyuelo de la mejilla. Cuando le levantó la camisa, creyó que el corazón iba a dejar de latirle. Él la ayudó y se la quitó por encima e la cabeza. Los ojos de Aria recorrieron aquel pecho, y sus dedos resiguieron las marcas. Él no lograba respirar más despacio.
-Perry, quiero verte la espalda.
Otra sorpresa, pero él asintió y se dio media vuelta. Echó la cabeza hacia delante y aprovechó el momento para intentar calmarse un poco. Aria dibujó con su dedo el perfil de sus alas sobre su piel, y él dio un respingo y soltó un gemido. Se maldijo a sí mismo: ni queriendo habría podido sonar más salvaje.
-Lo siento- susurró Aria.
Él carraspeó.”
― Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky

“-¿Y qué crees tú que ha hecho?
-no me importa lo que haya hecho, y a ti tampoco debería importarte. Vamos. Volvamos con Aria. Va por ahí.
-Ya sé por donde ha ido.
Rugido le dio una palmada fuerte en el hombro.
-Sólo quería asegurarme de que te habías fijado.”
― Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky

“Creo que no me equivoco al pensar, querido mío, que naciste justo a mitad del invierno, ¿no es así?
-No-contestó Harry-.Nací en julio.”
― J.K. Rowling

“A Hagrid, le confiaría mi vida-dijo Dumbledore.”
― J.K. Rowling

“-Os he estado observando a Rugido y a ti. He deseado ser yo quien te entrenara.-Levantó más los hombros-. Pero ahora no quiero hacerlo.
-¿Por qué?-preguntó Aria con voz aguda, sin aliento.
Él sonrió, y un destello de timidez iluminó su rostro. Se acercó más a ella.
-Hay otras cosas que preferiría hacer cuando estoy a solas contigo.
Había llegado el momento de lanzarse al vacío.
-Pues hazlas.”
― Veronica Rossi, Under the Never Sky

“Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“December 27, 11:00 p.m.

My Dear America,

I’ve never written a love letter, so forgive me if I fail now. . . .

The simple thing would be to say that I love you. But, in truth, it’s so much more than that. I want you, America. I need you.

I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.

I keep thinking that it’s there, waiting to come back and strike me. So I’ve held on to all my options, fearing that the moment I wipe them away, you will be standing there with your arms closed, happy to be my friend but unable to be my equal, my queen, my wife.

And for you to be my wife is all I want in the world. I love you. I was afraid to admit it for a long time, but I know it now.

I would never rejoice in the loss of your father, the sadness you’ve felt since he passed, or the emptiness I’ve experienced since you left. But I’m so grateful that you had to go. I’m not sure how long it would have taken for me to figure this out if I hadn’t had to start trying to imagine a life without you. I know now, with absolute certainty, that is nothing I want.

I wish I was as true an artist as you so that I could find a way to tell you what you’ve become to me. America, my love, you are sunlight falling through trees. You are laughter that breaks through sadness. You are the breeze on a too-warm day. You are clarity in the midst of confusion.

You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good. Without you, my life would still exist, but that’s all it would manage to do.

You said that to get things right one of us would have to take a leap of faith. I think I’ve discovered the canyon that must be leaped, and I hope to find you waiting for me on the other side.

I love you, America.

Yours forever,

Maxon”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“Something about being that close to him all the time made my bones feel weak.”
― Kiera Cass, The Elite

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me