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  • #1
    Cassandra Clare
    “She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for eighty years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that like the sound of Jem's violin, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #3
    Suzanne Collins
    “Wars are won by heads not hearts.”
    Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

  • #4
    Cassandra Clare
    “We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “Will’s voice dropped. “Everyone makes mistakes, Jem.”
    “Yes,” said Jem. “You just make more of them than most people.”
    “I —”
    “You hurt everyone,” said Jem. “Everyone whose life you touch.”
    “Not you,” Will whispered. “I hurt everyone but you. I never meant to
    hurt you.”
    Jem put his hands up, pressing his palms against his eyes. “Will —”
    “You can’t never forgive me,” Will said in disbelief, hearing the
    panic tinging his own voice. “I’d be —”
    “Alone?” Jem lowered his hand, but he was smiling now, crookedly. “And
    whose fault is that?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #7
    Marissa Meyer
    “Captain?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Do you think it was destiny that brought us together?"
    He squinted and, after a thoughtful moment, shook his head. "No. I'm pretty sure it was Cinder.”
    Marissa Meyer, Cress

  • #23
    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

  • #27
    Cassandra Clare
    “It is the gifts we did not have the strength to ask for that matter the most.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Thorns

  • #28
    Madeline Miller
    “I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
    If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
    As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
    “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #30
    Madeline Miller
    “Achilles was looking at me. “Your hair never quite lies flat, here.” He touched my head, just behind my ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how I like it.”

    My scalp prickled where his fingers had been. “You haven’t,” I said.

    “I should have.” His hand drifted down to the vee at the base of my throat, drew softly across the pulse. “What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here?”

    “No,” I said.

    “This surely then.” His hand moved across the muscles of my chest; my skin warmed beneath it. “Have I told you of this?”

    “That you have told me.” My breath caught a little as I spoke.

    “And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”

    “You have.”

    “And this? Surely I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell me I did not.”

    “You did not.”

    “There is this too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.”

    I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #32
    Cassandra Clare
    “I realized you were leaving and I ran after you, because when someone you love is leaving, all you think about is getting them back.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Thorns

  • #34
    Cassandra Clare
    “I suppose it depends on your definition of love. Love that will give up nothing, love that one is willing to sacrifice for a more comfortable life, is not love, in my opinion. Love should come above all other things.”
    Cassandra Clare, Chain of Thorns

  • #34
    Madeline Miller
    “Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?" He smiles. "Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #35
    Cassandra Clare
    “Look," Luke went on, "In all the years I've known him, there's always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he's always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed there."
    "Where's that?"
    "Wherever you were.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #38
    Holly Black
    “This is my room,” he points out, affronted. “And that’s my wife.”

    “So you keep telling everyone,” the Bomb says. “But I am going to take out her stitches, and I don’t think you want to watch that.”

    “Oh, I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe he’d like to hear me scream.”

    “I would,” Cardan says, standing. “And perhaps one day I will.”
    Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

  • #39
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you do not help me," Tessa said to Jem, "I swear, I will change into you, and I will lift him myself. And then everyone here will see what you look like in a dress." She fixed him with a look. "Do you understand?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #40
    Cassandra Clare
    “Christopher, family for me was never blood. It was always the family I chose. But it turns out it’s nice to have someone I’m related to in this world. Someone I can tell boring family stories to. Do you know about Will Herondale? Or James Herondale?”
    “I don’t think so,” said Kit.
    “Excellent. Hours of your time will be ruined,” said Jace.”
    Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

  • #42
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    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

  • #42
    Cassandra Clare
    “Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”
    Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #43
    Cassandra Clare
    “Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested.

    “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked.

    “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

  • #45
    Cassandra Clare
    “I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #46
    Madeleine Roux
    “You are ruin and chaos to them, but you are lovely to my eye.'
    'You're brave or daft, then,' she said, quite rightly. 'Chaos and ruin. Where does that leave me, then?”
    Madeleine Roux, House of Furies

  • #46
    Cassandra Clare
    “She smiled. Her skin looked whiter than he recalled, and dark spidery veins were beginning to show beneath its surface. Her hair was still the color of spun silver and her eyes were still green as a cat’s. She was still beautiful. Looking at her, he was in London again. He saw the gaslight and smelled the smoke and dirt and horses, the metallic tang of fog, the flowers in Kew Gardens. He saw a boy with black hair and blue eyes like Alec’s, heard violin music like the sound of silver water. He saw a girl with long brown hair and a serious face. In a world where everything went away from him eventually, she was one of the few remaining constants.

    And then there was Camille.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

  • #48
    Cassandra Clare
    “Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later. Have you ever asked yourself why I agreed to be your parabatai?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #49
    Sarah Winman
    “<...> maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember.”
    Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit

  • #49
    Victoria Schwab
    “I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain."
    "How?"
    "By not letting go," she said softly. "By holding on, to anger, to hope, or whatever it is that keeps you fighting."
    You, he thought.”
    V.E. Schwab, Our Dark Duet

  • #51
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #51
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To the stars who listen—and the dreams that are answered.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #52
    Ali Hazelwood
    “It’s easier like that, isn’t it?”
    “What is?”
    “Never showing anyone who you really are. That way if something goes wrong, if someone rejects you, then it’s not about you, is it? When you’re yourself, that’s when you’re exposed. Vulnerable. But if you hold back … Losing a game’s always painful, but knowing that you haven’t played your best hand makes it bearable.”
    Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

  • #52
    Sarah J. Maas
    “You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

  • #54
    Sarah J. Maas
    “Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms



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