283 Quotes by Marie Rutkoski

Every chip of her being slid into place, into the image of a lost world. The boy discovering it. The girl who sees it spark and flare, and understands, now, what she feels. She realizes that she has felt this for a long time.

Sometimes you think you want something,” Arin told him, “when in reality you need to let it go.

You are important to me,” she said, and touched his face. Important. The word swelled and deflated. More than he’d thought. Less than he wanted.

Her love for him closed within her like a fist. Nervous, bruised. She despised it. Wasn’t it the love of a beaten animal, slinking back to its master? Yet here was the truth: she missed her father.