-
And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.
-
I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.
-
You're the liar" - Mimi Force
-
Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.
-
When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.
-
Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.
-
Looking for Narnia? You’re in the wrong universe.
-
He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.
-
I don’t want to make the same mistakes I’ve made before. I want to be free. I want to be with you. We will be together. I believe I will have less to live for, if I am not with you.
-
Sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.
-
Remember all fairy tales end at some point.
-
You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.
-
A picture is worth a thousand texts.
-
It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.
-
If you think we'll get in, we'll get in. It's all about confidence, trust me.
-
Almost halfway down the aisle, she saw someone she wasn't expecting, and she almost stumbled on her satin heels. Kingsley Martin stood at the end of a pew, his arms crossed. He was wearing a tuxedo as well. Just like any other guest. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in Paris! He was supposed to be gone! He looked directly at Mimi. She heard his voice loud and clear in her head. Leave him. Why should I? What do you promise me? Nothing. And everything. A life of danger and adventure. A chance to be yourself. Leave him. Come with me.
-
Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.
-
I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.
-
Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.
-
Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death.
-
He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.
-
Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.
-
I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.
-
It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.