Sofie

“I love you," he said simply."The way you are with Anette. Your warmth. Your stubborness. Your kindness. Your passion. Your hair... Especially your hair. Your willingness to make a public spectacle of yourself. For how brave you are. I love you, Evie Summers.”
― Rachel Winters, Would Like to Meet

“But Arin saw Kestrel as she had been last night before the ball. How her hair had been a spill of low light over his palms. He had threaded desire into the braids, had wanted her to sense it even as he dreaded that she would. He had met her eyes in the mirror and didn’t know, couldn’t tell, her feelings. He only knew the fire of his own.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

“His dear face, dear to her, dearer still. how could she love his face more for its damage? What kind of person saw someone's suffering and felt her heart crack open even wider, even more sweetly than before?
There was something wrong with her. It was wrong to want to touch a scar and call it beautiful.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Crime

“Watching you pretend to hate the nickname is the best part of my day.”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game