“I walked him down to the front door, and the Savannah air assaulted me as I opened the door. “This town was never the same without you.” He turned around and started his short walk home, disappearing into the black of the night.”
“di setiap pandangan mata,genggaman tangan,pelukan hangat,ada definisi cinta bagi tiap pasangan,ada pemahaman yang berbeda,ada pengertian yang berbeda,mungkin kamu akan lebih banyak terluka,tapi itu tidak akan membuatmu berhenti mencari cinta. A Perfect Love”
“I love you, Vic! Anything else is lies. I really, truly love you. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
“I stole your heart in the back of your Rogue, With only the moon as our light, In our special place that nobody knows, Our love was born in the night, Incandescent feelings between us, We felt our bodies ignite”
“And with that recitation, Adelaide Buchwald gave Jack Cavallero her heart. Impulsively, gloriously, openly, she gave it to him, falling in love with someone she did not know, wondering at the curve of his cheek, and the wave of his hair, and the way his shirt draped over his shoulders. He made her laugh. He dared to write poems. He risked looking foolish in order to create something beautiful or strange. She wanted to know the story of the scar on his abdomen. How had he gotten that wound? How well had it healed? She could see by looking at him that he had been vulnerable. That he had lived. Survived. She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt suddenly, intensely certain that he was a safe person to show her own scars to. She thought, Maybe we have known each other always. Maybe our hearts encountered each other somehow, like two hundred years ago at a cotillion, with him in a frock coat and me in whatever, some kind of elegant and complicated dress. Or maybe our encounter was in another possible world. That is, in one of the countless other versions of this universe, the worlds running parallel to this one, we are already in love.”
“«ما همان کتاب‌هایی هستیم که خوانده‌ایم و چیزهایی که دوستشان داریم. روح همه ما در چیزهایی‌ست که از خود به‌جا می‌گذاریم.»”
“Her wild tumbled hair - he loved those curls that defied gravity and rules with uniform indifference. Her head held, she swanned with a graceful saunter. She took his breath away.”
“کتاب های دست دوم پر از رمزوراز هستند”
“Sometimes you don t know how much you loved someone until you start falling out of love with them. Because you start falling out of love with them in a million different ways, and you go, Wow, I didn t even know I loved that person in that way. And so, a million ways of falling out makes you realize the million ways that you fell in. Then you end up falling in love with those many ways that you re falling out of love. It s the worst. You never really escape from that kind of love, do you?”
“She is my priority! -Will Herondale”
“You make me feel Monday is Saturday.”
“تذكرت رحلتنا الطويلة معًا..أيام شقائنا ولحظات سعادتنا..ضحكنا وبكانا..خلافاتنا الكثيرة وليالي صفائنا القصيرة.. وتسائلت:هل هذه هي ”نهايتنا” أم مازال في الرواية فصلٌ لم يُكتب بعد؟!”
“You see abstinence, I see possibility, you see the past, I see maturity, you see just another one, I see becoming the one... Life bares interesting perspectives...”
“Chance thought it existed and then it realized it didn t in the tale of love...”
“There are lots of people you can love but only a few you can build a life with.”
“Love is naked and unashamed and infinitely assessable to the world He gave Himself up for.”
“Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn t make it any less real. Sometimes, it makes it more real. Sometimes, you see a couple, and they seem bored witless with one another, and you can t imagine them having anything in common, or why they re still living together. But it s not just habit or complacency or convention or anything like that. It s because once, they had their love story. Everyone does. It s the only story.”