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People do that sometimes. Change.

Take your necklace off."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I can't kiss you.

You asked me about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to be anywhere but with you.

Intention is one of the most powerful forces there is. What you mean when you do a thing will always determine the outcome. The law creates the world.

It seemed so hopeless, so impossible that a life could rest on such a small thing (the human heart).

I'd been living on dreams so long it was hard to know if any one of the fifteen things happening inside my head was real.

The sound of her voice was painful. She screamed, sobbed, whispered Hallelujah. But she never sang it.

You're pale and you're cold, and you reek like steel.

...the pain of loss would bet better eventually...It didn't get better, it just go different.

He sighs, smiling a resigned little smile. "Waverly, you make me want to die, but it's in the best way. You have no idea.

His eyes were softer now. When he smiled, the shape of his mouth made my blood go hot.

Finny Boone is probably a sociopath. A big, lighter-stealing sociopath, but his eyes are steady and complicated.

So, are you just going to stand there looking like a piece of furniture?

All I want is for you to stand here and watch the people you love be horribly mutilated. Is that too much to ask?

I was too little to think a miracle could be anything but good.

You're terribly selfish, you know. I've loved you so long, and it was never dear or precious to you. I might as well have not loved you at all.

Truman Flynn is a piece of paper in my coat pocket. He is a memory of water and of loss, his hand sliding free from mine, no way to hold on.

All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

The effectiveness of your persona is inversely proportional to what people know about you.

I still can't picture what he does in his every day life when he's not busy with school or misdemeanors or me.

I'm thinking that my best friend killed herself so slow it was almost like a magic trick, and other people let her do it.

I have never seen two people so in love, and so completely untouchable.

He'd been old, and I'd been little, but still, it seemed wrong that someone so comforting in his dailiness could simply stop existing.

Everything in life involves choice.

Whatever they said, whatever they told you about yourself, it's not true

She was the purest, biggest truth.

When did a name ever change what someone is?

You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.

I'm better at being sorry.

Love is when you care more about something else than you do about yourself.

I didn't know how to respond to that. There was something disturbing about being responsible for partially decayed girls going swimming.

Ariel is capable of whispering the same way a toaster is capable of flight.

Everything smells like mildew, and the grim commitment to filth that can only be cultivated by post-adolescent boys.

The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.

It's not the wisest thing - love - but when it happens, there's not a lot you can do to stop it. Sometimes you just have to soldier on through.

Disco-clown hooker

It's hazardous, though, being that much to someone. When you're the yardstick that everything else is measure against, eventually, you just fail.

History was a tangled thing, people were resilient, and the one constant law of the world was that it would heal.

Look, you don't want to put the power in the hands of the people, okay? You're just going to get three hundred write-in votes for My Dick.

All the things are want are hard to find the words for.

We're literal people, you and me. Whatever the most obvious interpretation is, that's our truth.

He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.

I'm not about love, but in this moment, I wish that I were.

...and when I pretended to Portia or myself that the dark stuff couldn't touch me, that was a lie.

Even in that black dress, even in the dark, Waverly was the brightest thing in the gym.

Sometimes being who you are - whoever you are - is hard. Sometimes, you can have it all together and still drive yourself crazy.

Sometimes this was just the way the game ended. Sometimes you did your best, and it all went straight to hell anyway.

When you name something, you take away some of it's power. It becomes known

Her eyes are so wild and bright they almost look like stars.

Why are you so determined to destroy yourself?" I say, and my voice is very small.
"I don't know," he whispers back. "Why are you?

Their lead guitar sounded like what would happen if someone wedged a traffic accident into a blender.

The thought of him is electric, beating in my chest like a birthday wish, dark and warm and secret.

Her gaze was direct, full of a sadness so raw and crystallized that I could see the shape of it.

Our lives were limitless and unknowable, not perfect, but ours.

The fact is, the contest has always been invulnerability, and even when you win, you still lose.

I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.

I thought he made me a different person altogether, but maybe I was always holding those pieces inside me, waiting for a chance to use them.

The way he's looking at me is like I'm the only beating heart in the world.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.

Tender," she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.

I start, because if I don't, then everything just stays the same.

They?" he said, sounding apprehensive.
"Me. They're like me."
"Don't be a jackass," Roswell said, but not meanly. "No one's like you.

My father's answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.

Her voice was like loneliness. It was regret. She sang about a past you couldn't get out of and didn't want.

Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she'd rather die than go back to a man she didn't love.

Thinking of this friend I had. This friend I loved and keep loving
dead, but never really gone.

how awful to never be allowed to fail

It seemed to me that some things were ugly enough that fixing them was worth trespassing.

She bruised easily, in dark purple smudges like in blooming on tissue paper.

Intent matters. If you believe you're charmed, capable, likable, popular, then you are.

Is it hypocritical to love a person and still find fault with their actions?
-The Morrigan

Your gods don't know you exist.
And that's okay.

The fear of God is nothing compared to the fear of tragedy and loss. -The Lady

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.

For the past month and a half, it's been inanely hot every single day. Someone's bound to feel a little homicidal now and then.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

The world is full of unused corners.

I don't do anything I'm not good at.

Her smile doesn't look any more real than mine. I wonder if she has to practice too.

Callie glances over her shoulder. She's younger than me, but aggressively put together, with curled hair and heavy lipstick.

The hours spool out like a ribbon I can't find the end of.

He was a whole mess of almosts, of mismatched pieces.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.