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“You're everything. You're... You're chaos and order and everything between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world's imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You're filled with soft, dark music. I hear it all the time. Your music.”
― Tara Sim, Timekeeper

“I don't get it." She gestured to the crowd of dancing princesses and princes, and the twelfth princess in particular. "Don't you have a princess already?"

"The twelve dancing princesses curse isn't mine."

"Then... what is your curse? Why am I here?"

"Why are you here?" He leaned in, so close she could see the silver flecks in his dark grey eyes. "You're here because I got tired of waiting for you to die.”
― Sarah Cross, Tear You Apart

“And what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do while you’re figuring out if you want to date this guy?”

The sick feeling rose up in her again. Leaving Henley – choosing someone else – meant losing him.

“Whatever you want,” she said. “I don’t own you.”

“Yes, you do, Viv. You know you do.”
― Sarah Cross

“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
― L.M. Montgomery