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  • #1
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “Start by pulling him out of the fire and
    hoping that he will forget the smell.
    He was supposed to be an angel but they took him
    from that light and turned him into something hungry,
    something that forgets what his hands are for when they
    aren’t shaking.
    He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happen
    because you had him first, and you would let the world
    break its own neck if it means keeping him.
    Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
    pretending to understand.
    Repeat to yourself
    “I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
    until you fall asleep and dream of the place
    where nothing is red.
    When is a monster not a monster?
    Oh, when you love it.
    Oh, when you used to sing it to sleep.
    Here are your upturned hands.
    Give them to him and watch how he prays
    like he is learning his first words.
    Start by pulling him out of another fire,
    and putting him back together with the pieces
    you find on the floor.
    There is so much to forgive, but you do not
    know how to forget.
    When is a monster not a monster?
    Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled.
    Here is your humble offering,
    obliterated and broken in the mouth
    of this abandoned church.
    He has come back to stop the world
    from turning itself inside out, and you love him, you do,
    so you won’t let him.
    Tell him that you will never know any better.”
    Caitlyn Siehl

  • #2
    Cassandra Clare
    “I don't want to be a man," said Jace. "I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can't confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
    "Well," said Luke, "you're doing a fantastic job.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #3
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #4
    Madeline Miller
    “Name one hero who was happy."
    I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
    "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
    "I can't."
    "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
    "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
    "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
    "Why me?"
    "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
    "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
    "I swear it," he echoed.
    We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
    "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #8
    Madeline Miller
    “I am made of memories.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #9
    Alexandre Dumas
    “Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you”
    Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

  • #10
    Mark  Lawrence
    “There’s something brittle in me that will break before it bends.”
    Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

  • #11
    Mark  Lawrence
    “Hate will keep you alive where love fails”
    Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

  • #12
    Mark  Lawrence
    “Is this going to be one of those times when you pretend not to have a plan until the last moment? And then turn out to really not have one?- Sir Makin to King Jorg”
    Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

  • #13
    Mark  Lawrence
    “Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.”
    Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

  • #14
    “A monster that refused, sometimes, to behave like a monster. When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?”
    Kristin Cashore, Graceling

  • #15
    “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.”
    “Who’s Bruce Lee?”
    “Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”
    “Why? Was he a friend of yours?”
    “You know what,” he says, “just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.”
    Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

  • #16
    Veronica Roth
    “I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.”
    Veronica Roth, Allegiant

  • #17
    Dante Alighieri
    “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
    Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso

  • #18
    John Green
    “I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

    "Augustus," I said.

    "I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #21
    Plato
    “We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
    Plato

  • #22
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #23
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Deep in earth my love is lying
    And I must weep alone.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #24
    W.B. Yeats
    “Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

  • #25
    N.K. Jemisin
    “...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.”
    N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

  • #26
    Holly Black
    “If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.”
    Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

  • #27
    Holly Black
    “Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #28
    Holly Black
    “If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.”
    Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

  • #29
    Holly Black
    “Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
    Holly Black, The Wicked King

  • #30
    Holly Black
    “Tell me again what you said at the revel,” he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

    “What?” I can barely think.

    “That you hate me,” he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.”

    “I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

    He kisses me harder.

    “I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
    Holly Black, The Wicked King



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