Zoey Warner(Taylor's Version)

“When he turned to her, the moonlight shone upon him in a way that reminded Signa of a painting, wisps of shadows like brushstrokes upon a canvas. “Because I have waited an eternity to meet you, Signa Farrow.” The words were a balm she clung to, relished. “To me, you are a song to a soul that has never known music. Light to someone who has only seen the darkness. You bring out the absolute worst in me, and I become vindictive toward those who treat you in ways I don’t care for. Yet you also bring out the best in me—I want to be better because of you. Better for you.
“In all my existence, I’ve asked only for one thing—for one person who might understand me, and whom I could let myself touch. When I touch someone, I see the life they’ve lived in flashes of memories as they die. But the first time I touched you, it was your future I saw. A glimpse of you in my arms, dancing in a beautiful red dress beneath the moonlight.” He tilted her chin up and Signa shivered, savoring the touch.
“You are what I want.” He drew his hand away. “I know I cannot force you to want me in return, but say that you do, and I promise that I am wholly and unequivocally yours. Say that you do, and I will make this world everything for you, Signa.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“Stop worrying about society and playing its game, hoping that you'll be good enough. There is no such thing as true goodness there is only perception.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“You know,” he said, “for what it’s worth, the justice system is supposed to be this purveyor of right and wrong, good and bad. But sometimes, I think it gets it wrong almost as much as it gets it right. I’ve had to learn that, too, and it’s hard to accept. What do you do when the things that are supposed to protect you fail you like that?”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood

“Mom, I know,” Pip said, her voice rising, cracking as she fought to control it. “I know all the terrible things that happened last year because of me. I don’t need your constant reminders. I know, OK? I know I was selfish, I know I was obsessive, I know I was reckless, and if I said sorry to you every day it still wouldn’t be enough, OK?” Pip felt it, the pit in her stomach stirring, opening up to swallow her whole. “I’m sorry. I feel guilty all the time, so I don’t need you to tell me. I’m the expert on my own mistakes. I understand.”
― Holly Jackson, Good Girl, Bad Blood