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“As the stars faithfully burned beyond the window, Roman had never been more certain. He could wake in the deepest region of Dacre's realm, as far from the moon and sun as divinity could shackle him. He could wake and not know his name, forgetting every word he had ever written. But he would never forget the scent of Iris's skin, the sound of her voice. The way she looked at him. The confidence of her hands. And he though, There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.”

“Your heart, Poppy? It is a gift I do not deserve.' He placed his hands on my knees as he lifted his gaze to mine. 'But it is one I will protect until my dying breath. I don't know what that means.' He stopped, curling his fingers into the leggings, into my skin. 'Okay. Fuck. I do know what that means. It's why I'm in awe of everything you say or do- everything you are. It's why you're the first thing I think about when I wake and the last thought I have when I fall asleep, replacing everything else. It's why when I'm with you, I can be quiet. I can just be. You know what that means.”

“Yes. When everyone was fawning over my bar team and me, you were fawning over the music which had given me the strength to live life on my own terms. The song that gave me a life I never knew possible…and then, it gave me you.” He held his hand open to me, and I took it. Folded into his embrace, he nestled me on his lap. “When you closed your eyes to listen, I willed you to see only me.”

“If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own. I do this not selfishly, but humbly and truly. It is alike your interest, and mine, and all men's, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth.”

“I know you’ll both call me a romantic,” Gillian said softly, interrupting her thoughts and calling her attention. “But sometimes, gentlemen do horrid things. And make rotten choices that hurt a person. Phoebe,” she reminded them, looking back and forth between her friends. “My sister. But then they’ll have these moments,” she clasped her hands to her chest. “These grand gestures that prove their love and worth.”

“Good. That’s good. I’ll rest, and then I’ll be better. I toppled to the side. It’s cold, but it’ll ... get ... better. “Catalina.” A voice seeped through the haze. It was deep. Urgent. My lips were cool and felt detached from my body, so I didn’t answer. “Fuck.” That voice again. Then, something warm fell on my forehead. “Jesus, fuck. Catalina.” I messed up. I ... knew. I had done something wrong, and I wanted to admit it out loud to whoever was there, but all I accomplished was a mumble that didn’t really sound like ... anything. “Hey.” That voice softened, no longer sounding angry. And I ... I was so tired. “Open those big brown eyes.”

“Blurred bodies moved in broad, paintbrush strokes in his peripheral vision—in and out, in and out—but in that whirlwind, she appeared vibrant, well-defined, permanently immovable, an Unmoved Mover. In her electrifying presence, God Himself became an apprentice, a secondary Being. He tried to speak, but in that rare moment, words refused to be excavated from the depths of his soul in time. So, he stood by—aloof, ignored—saying nothing at all.”

“Zero chance of Austen ever talking to her again. One hell of a kiss they'd share. Two fortune cookies they'd had for dessert. Getting just three hours of sleep the night Austen had stayed over, lying awake, trying to figure out how to tell her who she was. Four hours of waiting in the ER until someone had finally looked at the cut on her forehead. The five points of the star that had crashed down on her. Six years had gone by since she'd last been so interested in someone. It would take more than the Seven Wonders of the World for Austen to forgive her and become her friend, let alone more. Eight stitches in her forehead that would forever make her remember their first meeting.”

“When you awaken you look so fresh Your skin so soft and hair an artistic mesh Your natural scent is a fragrant perfume Your dashing figure makes hearts fume Your bright mind is vibrant with wit Your captivating smile is brightly lit Your teeth are absolute perfection Nature endowed you with a fine selection Your eyes are spectacles of celestial charm Gorgeous and stunning, striking with alarm”

“Io you need to go now," he breathed, eyes large and fearful. "And I promise, the moment I'm better. I'll come find you" "How?" she asked, the word breaking into a sob. How would he ever find her in the endless Wastelands beyond these walls? Tenderly, he took her hand and placed it, palm down on his chest. "I will follow this," he whispered, pressing their joined hands over his heart, over their fate-thread. "I'll always find you”

“I never told you the details of how Cea and I started dating...I was worried and embarrassed back then about my decided lack of interest, in, well, everybody. I went out on date, well that part doesn’t really matter Cecilia was auditing a company representing at the time and there was a court case involved so we spent a lot of time together and became friends. Everything else, dating and being attracted to her, that followed after.” “What are you saying here?“ Kai asks. “I’m saying,“ I take a step closer, “ that I don’t get attracted to people that easily. In fact, it almost never happens. So I don’t think we can draw any fundamental conclusions about my sexuality. And maybe we don’t have to. I’ve never felt the need to label myself before, so why can’t I say I am more attracted to you and anyone else?”

“The painting was so vibrant and alive with summertime that it seemed to fill the entire room with light. It depicted a small town on a summer day, and the people going about various tasks and activities. Over here was a picnic and happy children playing games, over there a postman delivering letters and chatting with a woman in curlers who was touching her hair in a way that suggested she was quite fond of the postman. Two boys in overalls and a young girl in a gingham dress were fishing by a stream beneath a big oak tree. A country church stood quietly at the end of town as if watching over all the people who would surely be sitting in its pews come Sunday morning.”

“If on the other hand, they identify their good and interests with things that are external and outside the sphere of will, they are bound to be impeded and frustrated, subservient to those who have authority over the things that you have admired and feared. They are also bound to be utterly irreverent since they think that God has a grudge against them, and to be unfair, since they always grab more for themselves; and they are bound to lack self-respect and generosity.”