70 Quotes by Grace Curley

She had rosemary in her hair and stardust on her cheeks, and she was a mess of beautiful chaos, and Rhæna loved her more than life.

There was something beautiful about his scars, something lovely about his fallibility.

A man is only ever himself when he has let go of the follies of being a man, and sobriety is that steel door separating man from his true conception.

A realization struck her: I can only see her. The world is filled with her alone.

I guess—I’ve been hurt by him,' he continued, not sounding like himself, 'but the reason I am hurt is because I love him. And I know that love is weakness, and that you always told me not to give my heart to anyone who could destroy it, but I guess, that is the point of love, is it not? To give yourself so fully to another, knowing that they have the power to destroy you?

The two girls grew up with the same feeling of love for years and knew it was home, and better than Heaven, which was only a place.

And like a rushing tide against his skin, Kieran felt the full weight of the very heavens press against his shoulders; and Kieran marvelled at the whole unfairness of it all.

The thought would not leave him. How God, if there were such a dictator, could allow the cruel to inherit the earth and poison the cups of the innocents, was lost on him.

He painted until his cursive brushes were only whispers of rawness on the thin ivory. Only the walls and the ravens that watchedknew the boy with the paint-stained palms weaved his art onto his sketchpad on the park bench at lunchtimes, and only the treeswhispered it like a prayer.