Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.
I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.
No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for 'good luck.
The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.
I don't care if you danced naked on the roof of the Little Palace with him. I love you, Alina, even the part of you that loved him.
The moment our lips met, I knew with pure and piercing certainty that I would have waited for him forever.
They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.
They are orphans again, with no true home but each other and whatever life they can make together on the other side of the sea.
This goes to show you that sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and that those meant to love us most are not always ones who do.
Sisters in battle, I am shield and blade to you. As I breathe, your enemies will know no sanctuary. While I live, your cause is mine.
Nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.
Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.
Truth means something different when it's given freely.
Everyone mourns the first blossom. Who will grieve the rest who fall?
Hope was tricky like water. Somehow it always found a way in.
But hope rises like water trapped by a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood.
A thousand desperate wishes have been spoken on these shores, and in the end they were all the same: Make me someone new.
Had she really thought the world didn't change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent.
Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.
For the briefest moment, Ulla despised Signy, as we can only hate those who rescue us from loneliness.
