#lovely

you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me" -kennan ↗

— Melissa Marr

#melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #life

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#keenan #melissa-marr #wicked-lovely #love

You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ... ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

#love

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home. ↗

— Jenny Han

#lovely #wonderful #love

Well, as my dad would say, it means she’s out of this shithole. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her." Niall turned his gaze to Irial. "What would you do?" "Blind myself, if you were foolish enough to use those words. ↗

— Melissa Marr

#irial #love #loyalty #niall #sight

I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

...This is a kiss. It is what happens when lips are puckered and pressed against something, sometimes other lips, sometimes a cheek, sometimes something else. It depends...This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#love

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you? ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-stripped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, 'Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's trapped in a perfect world. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#novel #quote #the-lovely-bones #love