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  • #1
    Sarah J. Maas
    “The only evidence I had at all that Rhys remained on the premises were the blank copies of the alphabet, along with several sentences I was to write every day, swapping out words, each one more obnoxious than the last:

    Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord.
    Rhysand is the most delightful High Lord.
    Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord.

    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #2
    Emily Dickinson
    “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #3
    Emily Dickinson
    “If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #4
    Emily Dickinson
    “Forever is composed of nows.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #5
    Emily Dickinson
    “Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
    And sings the tune without the words
    And never stops at all.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #6
    Marie  Lee
    “I hate this chair.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #7
    Marie  Lee
    “For me, alone is better.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #8
    Marie  Lee
    “Thank you... Your father said he’s in a rush,” she continues smiling at me. A pitiful smile. In a rush to ruin some lives or mess up his own, but I don't say it out loud. I wouldn't.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #9
    Marie  Lee
    “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #10
    Marie  Lee
    “Why do thoughts exist?”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #11
    Marie  Lee
    “Let’s do letters in the dark.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #12
    Marie  Lee
    “You are not the person you think you are.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #13
    Marie  Lee
    “Dear hospital guy,”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #14
    Marie  Lee
    “Dear mystery girl,”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark

  • #15
    Marie  Lee
    “I look up, the sky is gray. The color of her paintbrushes. She used to say colorful brushes take her creativity away. Trees. Brown. Her hair. Leaves. Green. Her strange lipstick. I drop my head low. Water is moving under my breath. It seems so calm. Blue. Blue as my mom’s eyes. I close my eyes. Black. And lean forward. Please, be white.”
    Marie Lee, Letters In The Dark



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