I did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.
I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.
You both ... you both saved me?" "Come on," said Luis. "You make it sound like it was hard for Val to go to the Unseelie Court, strike a deal with Roiben, challenge Mabry to a duel, win back your heart, and then get back here during rush hour.
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.
Can't get away from your own self.
You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.
I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously
You're not the way everyone says you are," Kaye said, looking at him so fiercely that he couldn't meet her gaze. "I know you're not." "You know nothing of me," he said. He wanted to punish her for the trust he saw on her face, to raze it from her now so that he would be spared the sight of her when that trust was betrayed. He wanted to tell her he found her impossibly alluring, at least half enchanted, body bruised and scratched, utterly unaware she would not live past dawn. He wondered what she would say in the face of that.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
I survive at the edge of friends circles.
He looks like the good boy he's never been.
Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.
This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.
She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.
She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.
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