794 Quotes by Kiera Cass

Almost every time I sang, he did this. I think he enjoyed the sound of my raspy breathing more than the singing itself.

America, you are full of nothing but bad ideas. Great intentions but awful ideas.

Are you scared?” he asked. “No.” “Me neither.” But I was pretty sure we were both lying.

I’ve held back so much from you out of fear. I’m afraid that if I show you everything at once, it will overwhelm you, and you’ll run away. I’m afraid that somewhere in the back of your heart is a love for someone else that will never die. I’m afraid that I will make a mistake again, something so huge that you retreat into that silent world of yours. No scolding from a tutor, no lashing from my father, no isolation in my youth has ever hurt me so much as you separating yourself from me.

I wanted to be his dear, his darling. I wanted to be Maxon’s alone.

As always, I thank God for words. I’m so glad I don’t have to try to communicate this story to you with my antennae or something. Words are so delicious, and I’ll be forever happy they exist.

Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you.” “And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you.

I kind of wanted someone to rearrange the stars so they spelled out his words. I needed them big and bright, and somewhere I could see then when things felt dark. I love you. And I’m so, so proud.

Shhh, don’t say a word. If anyone hears, there’ll be hell to pay. Just let me look at you.” And so I obeyed. I stayed there, quiet and still, while Aspen stared into my eyes.