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“The only reason that some people aren’t ashamed of their parents and/or siblings is because they know that we know that they did not choose them.”

“Her fingers curled into a fist and she shouldered the door open. Its rusted hinges objected, creaking, and a dusty, half-rotten scent swarmed her nose. Her cheeks heated. For Cassin to be here, to see this- 'Just a brute, remember,' he stepped to her side. 'I've lived in far worse. At least you had walls and a roof.' Nesta hadn't realised how much she needed to hear those words, and her shoulders loosened as she stepped into the cottage proper. In the chill dimness, broken only by rays of sunlight, she frowned at the ceiling. 'This house used to have a roof.”

“Her fingers curled into a fist and she shouldered the door open. Its rusted hinges objected, creaking, and a dusty, half-rotten scent swarmed her nose. Her cheeks heated. For Cassian to be here, to see this- 'Just a brute, remember,' he stepped to her side. 'I've lived in far worse. At least you had walls and a roof.' Nesta hadn't realised how much she needed to hear those words, and her shoulders loosened as she stepped into the cottage proper. In the chill dimness, broken only by rays of sunlight, she frowned at the ceiling. 'This house used to have a roof.”

“In a relationship with God, our most secret places once thickly cloaked and meticulously hidden away now stand before us utterly and entirely exposed. And it may be that this dreaded fear is the single thing that keeps us an arm’s length from God, and forever a single step away from His blessings.”

“Nothing is as irritating to a shy man as a confident girl.”

“Dia directed her grudge towards that book, which only provided a modest explanation. For some reason, it was always like that. Things always didn’t work out— —and here she thought she would finally be able to impress Noin…”

“She sneered at the pillar of foxglove I'd painted along the edge of the table- the colours too dark and too blue, with none of the white freckling inside the trumpets, but I'd made do, even if it had killed me not to have white paint, to make something so flawed and lasting. I drowned the urge to cover up the painting with my hand. Maybe tomorrow I'd just scrape it off the table altogether.”

“He glanced down at the map on the table, and his voice was void of anything- any emotion, any anger or amusement- as he said, 'What is that?' I snatched up my map. 'I thought I should learn my surroundings.' Drip, drip, drip. I opened my mouth to point out his hand again, but he said, 'You can't write, can you.' I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Ignorant, insignificant human. 'No wonder you become so adept at other things.' I supposed he was so far gone in thinking about his encounter with the Bogge that he hadn't realised the compliment he'd given me. If it was a compliment.”

“Cassie?” It’s Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he’s feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who’s this guy falling from the ductwork, and what’s he doing with my sister? “This must be Sammy,” Evan says. “This is Sammy,” I say. “Oh! And this is—” “Ben Parish,” Ben says. “Ben Parish?” Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish? “Ben,” I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. “This is Evan Walker.” “Is he your boyfriend?” Sammy asks. I don’t know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It’s my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I’d been through my share of moments. “He’s a friend from high school,” I mutter. And Evan corrects me, since it’s clear I’ve lost my mind. “Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie’s friend from high school.” “She’s not my friend,” Ben says. “I mean, I guess I kind of remember her…” Then Evan’s words sink in. “How do you know who I am?” “He doesn’t!” I fairly shout. Cassie told me about you,” Evan says. I elbow him in the ribs, and he gives me a look like What? “Maybe we can chat about how everybody knows one another later”

“Alcohol is one of the quickest vehicles with which we escape shyness, our problems, and self-consciousness, for a few hours.”

“Bambi schien das eine wie das andere überaus hochmütig, die Art, wie der Hirsch ihn angeblickt hatte, und die Art, wie er jetzt vor sich hin sah, als sei niemand sonst zugegen. Bambi wußte nicht, was er tun sollte. Er war mit der festen Absicht herausgekommen, den Hirsch anzusprechen. Guten Morgen, hatte er sagen wollen, ich heiße Bambi... darf ich um Ihren werten Namen bitten? Jawohl! Er hatte sich das sehr einfach vorgestellt, und nun zeigte es sich, daß die Sache doch nicht so einfach war. Was half da die beste Absicht? Bambi wollte nicht gerne ungezogen sein, und das war er, wenn er hier herauskam, ohne ein Wort zu sagen. Er wollte auch nicht zudringlich sein, und das war er, wenn er zu reden anfing. Der Hirsch stand empörend majestätisch da. Bambi war hingerissen und fühlte sich gedemütigt. Vergebens suchte er sich aufzurütteln und wiederholte immer wieder nur den einen Gedanken: Warum lasse ich mich denn einschüchtern..? Ich bin gerade so viel wie er... gerade so viel wie er! Es half nichts. Bambi blieb eingeschüchtert und spürte es im Grunde seines Wesens, daß er doch nicht gerade so viel sei. Lange nicht. Ihm war jämmerlich zumut, und er brauchte seine ganze Kraft, um einigermaßen Haltung zu bewahren. Der Hirsch sah ihn an und dachte: Er ist reizend... er ist wirklich entzückend... so hübsch... so zierlich... so fein in seinem ganzen Benehmen... Aber ich darf ihn nicht so anstarren. Das schickt sich wirklich nicht. Außerdem könnte es ihn auch in Verlegenheit bringen. Und er schaute wieder über Bambi weg ins Leere. Dieser hochmütige Blick! stellte Bambi fest. Es ist unerträglich, was so einer sich einbildet! Der Hirsch dachte: Ich möchte gerne mit ihm sprechen... er ist so sympathisch... wie dumm, daß man nie miteinander redet! Und er blickte nachdenklich vor sich hin. Ich bin Luft für ihn, sagte Bambi, diese Sippe tut immer, als sei sie ganz allein auf der Welt! Aber was soll ich zu ihm sagen..? überlegte der Hirsch, ... ich habe keine Übung... ich werde eine Dummheit sagen und mich lächerlich machen... denn er ist gewiß sehr klug. Bambi nahm sich zusammen und sah den Hirsch fest an. Wie prächtig er ist! dachte er verzweifelt. Nun... vielleicht ein andermal... entschloß sich schließlich der Hirsch und ging unzufrieden, aber herrlich davon. Bambi blieb verbittert zurück.”

“The only person that deserves a special place in your life is someone that never made you feel like you were an option in theirs.”

“I think it's obvious if you're wanted here or not." "Daemon," hissed Dee, her cheeks red. She turned to me, tears in her eyes. "He's not being serious." "Are you being serious, Daemon?" Ash turned in his lap, head cocked to the side. My heart was already pounding in my chest when his eyes met mine. His were sheltered. "Actually I was being serious." He leaned over the table, staring up at me through thick lashes. "You're not wanted here." Dee spoke again, but I was beyond hearing. My face felt like it was on fire. People around us were starting to stare. One of the Thompson boys was smirking while the other looked as though he wanted to crawl underneath the table for me. The rest of the kids at the table were staring at their plates. One of them snickered. I'd never been more humiliated in my life.”

“I was pretty much a mess out of primary school. I really experienced a lot more of that stuff from the ages of seven to twelve, where there was a really popular girl at my school, and I was obsessed with her, like you'd go to jail for that stuff today. I'm so embarrassed to say this, but I was in tears one day, because I couldn't sit next to her.”