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“He sighed contentedly. “How are you feeling, my dear?â€�

“I feel like punching you for calling me ‘my dear� mostly.� I poked his bare stomach.

Smiling, he crawled to sit over me. “Fine then. My darling? My pet? My love?�

“Any of those would work, so long as you’ve reserved it solely for me,� I said, my hands mindlessly wandering his chest, his arms. “What am I supposed to call you?�

“Your Royal Husbandness. It’s required by law, I’m afraid.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.”
― Kiera Cass, The One

“You're still trying to protect me. Real or not real," he whispers.
"Real," I answer. "Because that's what you and I do, protect each other.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“I must have loved you a lot.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“I knew you'd kiss me."
"How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself.
"Because I am in pain," He say's. "That's the only way I get your attention.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“It costs your life,â€� says Caesar.

“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?â€� says Peeta. “It costs everything you are.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Your favorite colour . . . it's green?"
"That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once."
"Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you."
But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“She knows Daddy better than I do. I think it's because she's felt since we were children that our Daddy maybe loved me more than he loves her. This isn't true, and she knows that now--people love different people in different ways--but it must have seemed that way to her when we were little. I look as though I just can't make it, she looks like can't nothing stop her. If you look helpless, people react to you in one way and if you look strong, or just come on strong, people react to you in another way, and, since you don't see what they see, this can be very painful. I think that's why Sis was always in front of that damn mirror all the time, when we were kids. She was saying, 'I don't care. I got me.' Of course, this only made her come on stronger than ever, which was the last effect she desired: but that's the way we are and that's how we can sometimes get so fucked up. Anyway, she's past all that. She knows who she is, or, at least, she knows who she damn well isn't.”
― James Baldwin, If Beale Street Could Talk

“You are a Bridgerton. I don’t care who you marry or what your name becomes when you stand up before a priest and say your vows. You will always be a Bridgerton, and we behave with honor and honesty, not because it is expected of us, but because that is what we are.â€� Eloise”
― Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love

“Be strong. Be diligent. Be conscientious. There is never anything to be gained by taking the easy road.”
― Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love

“Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart’s desire has been right under your nose all the while. And”
― Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love

“He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,â€� he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.â€�

I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?�

He grins up at me. “They missed.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Tell me again what you said at the revel,â€� he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.

“What?� I can barely think.

“That you hate me,� he says, his voice hoarse. “Tell me that you hate me.�

“I hate you,� I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.�

He kisses me harder.

“I hate you,â€� I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Sweet Jude, you’re my dearest punishment”
― Holly Black, The Wicked King

“If Alex could have told Darlington anything, it would have been, Come back. She would have said it in English and Spanish. She would have used the imperative.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“What do you want?" Belbalm had asked her. Safety, comfort, to feel unafraid. I want to live to grow old, Alex thought as she pulled the curtains closed. I want to sit on my porch and drink foul-smelling tea and yell at passersby. I want to survive this world that keeps trying to destroy me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“I am a daughter of Lethe, and the wolves are at the door.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

“From the very start, you had all the power. From the very start, I was in the palm of your hand.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“Scarlett. I can’t be without you. And for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I think of you all the time, and I want to make plans with you, I want to talk about the future, and I’m fucking happy about itâ€�”
― Ali Hazelwood, Deep End

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“His smile is laced with dynamite. "Go to sleep"
"Go to hell."
He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“He whispers, "You have no idea how much I've thought about you. How many times I've dreamt"-he takes a tight breath- "how many times I've dreamt about being this close to you." He moves to run a hand through his hair before he changes his mind. Looks down. Looks up. "God, Juliette, I'd follow you anywhere. You're the only good thing left in this world.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“I love you so much I spend all day with you, and it still isn’t enough for me,â€� he kept going. I stopped breathing. “I love you so much, if I can’t skate with you, I don’t want to skate with anyone else.â€� Holy. Fuck. “I love you so fucking much, Jasmine, that if I broke my ankle during a program, I would get up and finish it for you, to get you what you’ve always wanted.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“Because I'm okay with you having ten other people be your favorite. But you're always going to be my favorite person.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love