“The sky strikes the sea in the distance with daggers of lightning, plunging deep and fast and hard. The sea roils, taking the pain, accepting it, welcoming it. And I wonder for a moment if maybe the sea was never as wicked as I've been told, either. Maybe it's spent eternity believing it deserves the pain. Maybe it loved the sky too much to ask why.” PainSeaStorm Book:Den of Liars Source: Den of Liars
“You may not have loved me,' I whisper, my tears dropping onto his face and trailing down the smile lines around his mouth. 'But I loved you, and my love was never a lie.” PainBetrayalDaddy Issues Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten
“I would have loved you forever,' he says, his breath hot on my mouth. I meet his gaze. 'And I will.' His mouth dips against mine once more, but this time it is soft and gently, quiet and questioning, as though he is exploring every inch of my lips with his so that he might memorize them. They are gentle kisses. Kisses that know they cannot last. Kisses that beg for just a breath longer. Kisses that mean goodbye.” LovePainSelf SacrificePainful Goodbyes Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten
“A love for books is the best indicator of a curious mind.” ReadingBooks Book:A Forgery of Roses Source: A Forgery of Roses
“But I have heard you sing. I've felt the vibratos and crescendos of your soul in every part of mine. You are no more a monster than I. You are a song. One composed of a thousand different instruments all perfectly harmonizing into the melody they were crafted to create. A masterpiece.” Music QuotesRetellingPhantom Of The OperaYa Fantasy RomanceYa Fantasy Quotes Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten
“He gives me a devil's grin. "So should I call you 'mademoiselle,' or have you got a name tucked somewhere behind that mask of yours?” RetellingYa Fantasy RomanceYa Fantasy Quotes Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten
“You're right, though. You do deserve to dance, wear pretty dresses, and eat fine foods. You are worth celebrating.” Friends To LoversYa Fantasy Romance Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten
“I was going to do some more work when I got home, but…” She sighs, rubbing her knuckles against her eyes. “I didn’t have enough juice.” “Ah,” I say. For her birthday this summer, I splurged and bought a small bushel of oranges, which we squeezed into glasses and pretended was the real, gourmet orange juice our father used to make. As we sat at the table, acting like the drink wasn’t sour and pulpy, we got to talking about how her illness had come to affect her life. She explained to me that her energy reserves were like that glass of yellow juice. Every action of daily life—getting out of bed, bathing, dressing, doing research—siphoned juice away. Once the glass was empty, no matter how much she had left she needed to do or how much she’d hoped to get done, her body needed to rest. To refill the glass. If she tried to push beyond that, it could knock her out for days. Even weeks.” SpoonsChronic Illness Book:A Forgery of Roses Source: A Forgery of Roses
“I pretend to be human, but the mirror does not lie.” Ya FantasyRetellingsPhantom Of The OperaMagic Systems Book:Sing Me Forgotten Source: Sing Me Forgotten