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  • #1
    Rainbow Rowell
    “You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I'd wake up every morning and think, 'This will end in flames.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #2
    Rainbow Rowell
    “You were the centre of my universe and everything else spun around you.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #3
    Rainbow Rowell
    “And the look on his face when he saw it. Like someone blew a horn and all his walls crumbled.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #4
    Rainbow Rowell
    “We make sense together.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #5
    Rainbow Rowell
    “Don't say hello, Simon. Because then we'll have to say good-bye, and I can't stand good-byes.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #6
    Rainbow Rowell
    “Let hardship sharpen your blade.”
    Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “You're the boy who does what has to be done because no one else will.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #8
    Cassandra Clare
    “And he was hurting. She could see it in the set of his mouth, the darkness behind his light eyes.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #9
    Cassandra Clare
    “The choices we make, make us.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #10
    Cassandra Clare
    “When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.”
    Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

  • #11
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “I think you love him more than you can bear.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Leseprobe - Aristoteles und Dante entdecken die Geheimnisse des Universums

  • #12
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “There was a tear running down his cheek. It seemed like a river in the light of the setting sun.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Leseprobe - Aristoteles und Dante entdecken die Geheimnisse des Universums

  • #13
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Pain was a torn piece of paper.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #14
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “She was dreaming. It was dark. Her eyes didn't get used to it; her heart did.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
    tags: dreams

  • #15
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Adam pronounced love very carefully, as if it were an unfamiliar element on the periodic table.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #16
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

  • #17
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “When Gansey was polite, it made him powerful. When Adam was polite, he was giving power away.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #18
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “My words are unerring tools of
    destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #19
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #21
    Ray Bradbury
    “Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #23
    Patricia Highsmith
    “January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: the woman she saw peering anxiously by the light of a match at the names in a dark doorway, the man who scribbled a message and handed it to his friend before they parted on the sidewalk, the man who ran a block for a bus and caught it. Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester’s bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define. A”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

  • #24
    “I feel like a time traveler:
    June, July, August.
    Summer dissolves in my mouth
    and I can’t remember what it tasted like.”
    Zoë Lianne



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