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“There are days when she mourns the prospect of another year, another decade, another century. There are nights when she cannot sleep, moments when she lies awake and dreams of dying.
But then she wakes, and sees the pink and orange dawn against the clouds, or hears the lament of a lone fiddle, the music and the melody, and remembers there is such beauty in the world.
And she does not want to miss it鈥攁ny of it.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“You didn鈥檛 come.鈥�

鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 call.鈥�

She looks down at their tangled hands. 鈥淭ell me, Luc,鈥� she says. 鈥淲as any of it real?鈥�

鈥淲hat is real to you, Adeline? Since my love counts for nothing?鈥�

鈥淵ou are not capable of love.鈥�

He scowls, his eyes flashing emerald. 鈥淏ecause I am not human? Because I do not wither and die?鈥�

鈥淣o,鈥� she says, drawing back her hand. 鈥淵ou are not capable of love because you cannot understand what it is to care for someone else more than yourself. If you loved me, you would have let me go by now.鈥�

Luc flicks his fingers. 鈥淲hat nonsense,鈥� he says. 鈥淚t is because I love you that I won鈥檛. Love is hungry. Love is selfish.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Something my dad says...He says you end up marrying the one you don't understand. Then you spend the rest of your life trying.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

“Two is for discipline, heedless of trial;
Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile;
Four for fidelity, facing ahead;
Five for tradition and debts to the dead;
Six for the truth over solace in lies;
Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;
Eight for salvation no matter the cost;
Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth