Summer

“Get your bed ready.
Wear the black bra.
I didn't plan on wearing one.
"God help me," I murmured.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Then why are you crying?”
“Because of you!” I beat my fists on his chest. “Because I love you, and I don’t know what to do! I can solve almost any problem, but I can’t solve this. I don’t know how to deal with that. And I’m afraid! Afraid for you! Do you know what it’d do to me if something happens to you?” I stopped hitting him and clasped my hands over my own chest, as though there was a danger my heart might fall out. “This! This would break. Shatter. Crumble. Crumble until it was dust.” I dropped my hands. “Blown away on the wind until there was nothing left.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.”
― Johnny Cash