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“You’re the mayfly,' he murmurs.
And then Evan Walker kisses me.
Holding my hand across his chest, his other hand sliding across my neck, his touch feathery soft, sending a shiver that travels down my spine into my legs, which are having a hard time keeping me upright. I can feel his heart slamming against my palm and I can smell his breath and feel the stubble on his upper lip, a sandpapery contrast to the softness of his lips, and Evan is looking at me and I’m looking back at him.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“I’m about to pee myself with relief that we’re all alive, but mostly because he is.

He drops into the room, landing on the balls of his feet like a cat. I’m in his arms in the time it takes to say “I love you,â€� which he does, stroking my hair, whispering my name and the words, “My mayfly.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“One day a mayfly said this to a moth drawn to a flame.

"You know that flame is a trap set by humans. It is not like you only have one day to live as I do. Why would you throw yourself at the flame knowing you'll die?"

And so the moth said "the flame is too beautiful not to throw myself at. There is no beauty without pain.”
― Kim Bok Joo

“Mayfly''

Think how fast a year flies by
A month flies by
A week flies by
Think how fast a day flies by
A Mayfly's life lasts but a day
A single day
To live and die
A single day
How fast it goes
The day
The Mayfly
Both of those.
A Mayfly flies a single day
The daylight dies and darkness
grows
A single day
How fast it flies
A Mayfly's life
How fast it goes.”
― Mary Ann Hoberman