324 Quotes by Cynthia Hand

He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me.

I don't know what to say. This summer hasn't turned out at all the way I'd planned. I'm not supposed to be standing in the middle of a barn with a blue-eyed cowboy who's looking at me like he's about to kiss me. I shouldn't be wanting him to kiss me.

He's not meeting my eyes anymore. "We're young," he says. "We've got lots of time to fall in love.

I didn't ever think you were a freak. I think...I thought you were magic or something. I thought that you were too perfect to be real.

Every moment I'm away from you, I die a little," I say in return.

I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.

I know Jane is dear to you," Bess said. "I also know that she's in danger. But Jane is one person, Edward. There are thousands of lives at stake. There's a kingdom on the edge of a knife. We must tread carefully.

He doesn't know where he is. He thinks this is his normal life. I don't have time to ruminate about how depressing it is that my brother can't tell the different between normalcy and eternal damnation.

Böylece aşıktım işte. O çılgınca, yemeyi unutturan, sersem gibi ortalıkta dolaştıran, bütün gece telefonda konuşturan, her sabah onu görmek için yataktan fırlamaya yol açan türden aşk. Yaz fırtına gibi geçerken, her gün onu sevdiğim başka bir yanını keşfediyordum.