540 Quotes by Kiersten White

Then she leans over, brushes her lips against his forehead, and turns off the lamp.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out. James. “What,” I answer, annoyed. I don’t want his voice on the phone, I want it in my ear. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you dance?” A hand comes around my waist and I grab the wrist, twist it, then turn to find myself right up against James, and everything is right again. I lean against him, tip my face toward him. “Oh, hi,” I say. “Oh, ouch,” he says.

James is mine. He is my north, and as long as we are together, everything is okay.

Fia,” James says, and I love the way he always answers the phone with my name: a statement, not a question.

Oh, Adam. When will you stop messing everything up? And why do I keep letting you?

Thanks for looking at me like…like I could be whole.

You really care about my sister, don’t you?” I don’t want him to. He’s so sweet. I can’t imagine anyone loving Fia without being hurt by it.

Apparently being a mermaid is dead dull. I watched The Little Mermaid with her once a few years ago—she thought it was freaking hilarious. She couldn’t stop laughing about the shell-bra thing, given that mermaids aren’t mammals. Plus, as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and “peach colored” for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hot, but then again, I am a mammal.

To let you stay here until everyone has forgotten you. Until your only legacy are the lurid woodcuts and terrifying nighttime stories of the Saxons. You will fade into a monster, a myth.