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“Then Day reaches out and touches my hand with his. He encloses it in a handshake. And just like that, I am linked with him again, I feel the pulse of our bond and his- tory and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together.

“Hi,� he says. “I’m Daniel.�
“Hi,â€� I reply. “I’m June.”
― Marie Lu, Champion

“They say you cannot love two people equally at once,â€� she said. “And perhaps for others that is so. But you and Will—you are not like two ordinary people, two people who might have been jealous of each other, or who would have imagined my love for one of them diminished by my love of the other. You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“I don't know how to live in the world as a Shadowhunter without Will. I don't think i even want to. I am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“At last, the wheel comes full circle”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Don't forget to give Neville our love!' Ginny told James as she hugged him.
'Mum! I can't give a professor love!'
'But you know Neville-'
James rolled his eyes.
'Outside, yeah, but at school he's Professor Longbottom, isn't he? I can't walk into Herbology and give him love....”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it's ours. It's us. I don't know how our story will end. but I know it will start. I pick up my pen and begin to write:

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Retribution of Mara Dyer

“I have not stopped loving her, nor my parabatai; love does not stop when someone dies.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I’m writing this because you begged. You know how I love the begging”
― CJ Roberts, Epilogue

“My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.”
― Nicole Williams, Crush

“Jude had promised me that the money and the fame wouldn’t change him, and he’d been right. He still swaggered around in his Cons and Levi’s and drank cheap beer, but, most important, he still looked at me like I was his whole world.”
― Nicole Williams, Crush

“In Summation
A poem by Taylor Swift

At this hearing
I stand before my fellow members of the Tortured Poets Department
With a summary of my findings
A debrief, a detailed rewinding
For the purpose of warning
For the sake of reminding

As you might all unfortunately recall
I had been struck with a case of a restricted humanity
Which explains my plea here today of temporary i n s a n i t y

You see, the pendulum swings
Oh, the chaos it brings
Leads the caged beast to do the most curious things

Lovers spend years denying what’s ill fated
Resentment rotting away
galaxies we created

Stars placed and glued
meticulously by hand
next to the ceiling fan

Tried wishing on comets.
Tried dimming the shine.
Tried to orbit his planet.
Some stars never align.

And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky

Spring sprung forth with dazzling freedom hues
Then a crash from the skylight bursting through
Something old, someone hallowed, who told me he could be brand new

And so I was out of the oven
and into the microwave
Out of the slammer and into a tidal wave
How gallant to save the empress from her gilded tower
Swinging a sword he could barely lift
But loneliness struck at that fateful hour
Low hanging fruit on his wine stained lips

He never even scratched the surface of me.

None of them did.

“In summation, it was not a love affair!�
I screamed while bringing my fists to my coffee ringed desk
It was a mutual manic phase.
It was self harm.
It was house and then cardiac arrest.

A smirk creeps onto this poet’s face
Because it’s the worst men that I write best.

And so I enter into evidence
My tarnished coat of arms
My muses, acquired like bruises
My talismans and charms
The tick, tick, tick of love bombs
My veins of pitch black ink

All’s fair in love and poetry
Sincerely,
The Chairman
of The Tortured Poets Department”
― Taylor Swift

“The few things I’d sacrificed, or put on hold, to be with my husband and baby were worth it.”
― Nicole Williams, Crush

“in that small [time] most greatly lived this star of England:
Fortune made his sword, By which the world's best garden he achiev'd
And left it to his son imperial lord.
Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd King
of France and England did this King succeed;
Whose state so many of had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed.”
― William Shakespeare, Henry V

“And when I'm feeling glum, because Gregory's away of because my daughter's just hurled her full glass of milk at my head, or just because time is passing, I like to scroll through the annual East Trawley High School online newsletter, which gets mass-emailed by Shanice Morain, who's on her second marriage and who cohosts her own Christian Soul-Support and Teen Prayer Variety Hour on local TV and who's just been appointed our class secretary. In the current Alumni Notes section I read that Katelynn Streedmore has just been named the head dietitian at the Jamesburg Assisted Care Facility, that Cal Malstrup and his wife Chelsea Marie have just welcomed their fifth bundle of joy, whom they've christened Blake-Jorlinda Malstrup, and that Becky Randle is still the Queen of England.”
― Paul Rudnick, Gorgeous

“Ese chico roto en la playa parecía como hace una vida. Los años habían pasado, colegio y la NFL, matrimonio y un bebé, pero de vez en cuando, cuando Jude miraba hacia mí y me daba esa lenta mirada, con esa sonrisa conocida en él, yo era esa chica en bikini negro de nuevo, anhelando por un chico que nunca pensé que podría ser mío.”
― Nicole Williams, Crush

“She remembered the boy she had known, who'd given his love as freely as breathing.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“It gets a little tedious after all these years, but there are much worse games to play.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Demi Eldar..., demi Eldar yang mereka bilang aku khianati..., aku akan mendapatkanmu lagi!!”
― K.A.Z_Violin, Eldar: Violin & Negeri Salju Abadi

“Outside," Regulus replies. "They're making mud-pies, so prepare for the mess."

"Mm, nothing we can't handle," James assures him. "We've certainly had worse."

"Yes, that's true, but if either of those brats track mud into the kitchen, I'm shipping them off to Sirius and Remus without looking back," Regulus warns, eyes narrowing playfully.

James snorts. "You'd miss them and go get them back after three hours, don't even try it."

"At least four," Regulus counters, sliding his arms around James' shoulders, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I can entertain myself for four hours, surely."

"Oh?" James raises his eyebrows. "Don't you mean I could entertain you for four hours?"

Regulus' lips twitch. "No, because I'm shipping you off with them. I've earned the break. I'm done with you Potters."

"You're a Potter," James reminds him, amused.

"Baby, I'll always be a Black," Regulus tells him, reaching up to card his fingers through James' hair. He leans in and starts mouthing along James' jaw, which James is very pleased about, actually. "No matter my name, that doesn't change."

"Dad! Dad, look, we found a frog!" comes the abrupt shriek from outside, along with more delighted screams.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Regulus groans, letting his head thunk down on James' shoulder. "Really, can't we just send them back from whence they came?"

"And where is that?"

"Hell."

James laughs, turning his head to smack a kiss to Regulus' cheek, then down the side of his face, then the scar on the side of his neck. "It's a bit pointless to do that. You'd go through hell just to get them back, and you know it."

"Dad, it peed on me!"

"Shit, shit, shit," Regulus chants, jolting away from James to rush towards the door. "Put it down, you little demons! Step away from the frog right now!" He's still grumbling as he slips out the door. "Just like your father. Literal spawns of Satan himself. What did I say about staying out of tr�"

James sighs softly and leans back against the bar, grabbing his cane again, eyes drifting shut as he listens to the sounds of his family, lips curled up. Then, from his pocket, there's a sudden cry that makes his eyes snap open.

Ah, yes, the joys of parenthood. Frogs and squalling infants.

James wouldn't change a damn thing.”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“it bends time when you least expect it."
Like the pages of a book, uniting a prologue with a happy ending, an epilogue with a tragic beginning, two middles, two climaxes, two stories that never quite meet in the world outside.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“The memory of August Bennett lived on as a drive for the revolution. He lived in the spirits of rebels who fought side by side since the beginning, in the mind of his parents, and in the heart of Maria.”
― Kaylie Fowler

“What does silence do in a world where we were born to speak?”
― Shanti Hershenson, You Won't Know Her Name

“Hi,â€� he says. “I’m Daniel.â€�
“Hi,â€� I reply. “I’m June.”
― Marie Lu, Champion

“May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
― James Lee Burke, A Private Cathedral

“I am just going outside and may be some time.â€�
The others nod, pretending not to know.
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.
He leaves them reading and begins to climb,
Goading his ghost into the howling snow;
He is just going outside and may be some time.
The tent recedes beneath its crust of rime
And frostbite is replaced by vertigo:
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.
Need we consider it some sort of crime,
This numb self-sacrifice of the weakest? No,
He is just going outside and may be some time
In fact, for ever. Solitary enzyme,
Though the night yield no glimmer there will glow,
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime.
He takes leave of the earthly pantomime
Quietly, knowing it is time to go.
‘I am just going outside and may be some time.�
At the heart of the ridiculous, the sublime."
A poem by â€� Derek Mahon”
― Derek Mahon

“My world is a less
scary place with you in it, baby. I will kiss you a thousand times every day
if that’s what it takes to keep you in love with me for the rest of our days.”
― Ella Maise

“Any unauthorized duplication, copying, distribution, exhibition, or any other use of any kind may result in civil liability, and/or criminal prosecution and the eternal wrath of the Tall Man.”
― Don Coscarelli, Phiction: Tales from the World of Phantasm

“Long ago, and far away, the Butterfly King met the Moth Queen. They were very different. She was nocturnal and he loved the sun; she was fierce and warlike, and he was a gentle dreamer. And they were both from different worlds. He was from a land of towers, and trains, and roads, and airplanes; she was from a land of dreams, and silent wings, and falling leaves.
But Love has always found a way of defying boundaries. And after warring for a time, and making their share of mistakes, and overcoming many dangers and obstacles, they were at last united in love, and thus united their people. And with the help of the Spider Mage and his web, they passed through the Honeycomb, and led the way back to the Kingdom all who chose to follow them there.
There, they were crowned, and made their pledge-- she in a garland of autumn leaves, he in a circlet of spider silk-- to rule the Kingdom wisely; to fight against injustice and fear; to honor their love, and to guard it well, and to tend it, and give it time to grow.
And if she was not always moderate in the way she expressed herself, and if he was sometimes a little naïve, this surprised no one, and was only to be expected. But between them, they ruled both wisely and well; with passion and moderation. And when their children were born, she taught them how to stand their ground and how to fight for what they loved; and he taught them how to see their world and appreciate its beauty.”
― Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

“Mis libros pueden dividirse en eras perrunas, Mañana, y mañana y mañana empezó en la de Edie y Frank y terminó en la de Leia y Frank, todos ellos, perros maravillosos.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow