Crazy_catlady

“The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. I can see it in you, sure as I see it in me. You're a daughter of the words. A girl with a story to tell.”
― Jay Kristoff, Nevernight

“He leaned in closer. “I’m not a carve your name in a tree type of guy. I won’t write you sonnets or name stars after you. More than likely, I’ll never remember to give you flowers on special occasions and that’s what you want.” Was it, though? “Tell me what type of man you are, then.” “I’m the one who will burn down villages for you. Wrap the skulls of your enemies in a bow and carve you a throne made from their bones. I’m not a white-picket-fence kind of guy.” Did I want a white picket fence? “I don’t know, Castian, wrapping gifts with pretty bows seems pretty sweet to me.”
― Brandi Elledge, Shadow Dance

“Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass