#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

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

And hey there's a red car in the fountain ↗

— The Blue Nile

#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

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#dreaming #dreams #fairy-tales #inkheart #inspirational

If I were a writer, how I would enjoy being told the novel is dead. How liberating to work in the margins, outside a central perception. You are the ghoul of literature. Lovely. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#central #dead #enjoy #how #i