there is nothing to fear. nothing to worry about. grieve nothing in this transitionary world. it's the only way i know how to exist. in a world where there is so much to grieve and so little good to take? i grieve nothing. i take everything. ignite, my love. ignite. — tahereh mafi, ignite me.

no mourners. no funerals. among them, it passed for good luck.― leigh bardugo, six of crows.

he and i would end up like water going nowhere. water that never moves— it's fine for a little while. you can drink from it and it'll sustain you. but if it sits too long it goes bad. it grows stale. it becomes toxic. i need waves. i need waterfalls. i want rushing currents. — tahereh mafi, ignite me.

we are alike, he said, as no one else is, as no one else will ever be. the truth of it rang through me. like calls to like. ― leigh bardugo, siege and storm.

i'm the sun summoner. it gets dark when i say it does. — leigh bardugo, ruin and rising.

he'd loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it even now. — sarah j. mass, queen of ashes.

we live and breathe words... it was books that made me feel that perhaps i was not completely alone. they could be honest with me, and i with them. reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, i felt― i felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. ― cassandra clare, clockwork prince.

to the people who look at the stars and wish, rhys. rhys clinked his glass against mine. to the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered. ― sarah j. maas, a court of mist and fury.

maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. right now they take pieces of me with them. ― victoria schwab, the near.

the water hears and understands. the ice does not forgive. ― leigh bardugo, six of crows.

nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she’d felt to the living world. she’d resented this shadow gift. it had seemed like a sham, a punishment. but just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. it was that endless, fast-running river. she’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. she was the queen of mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown. ― leigh bardugo, crooked kingdom.

all hail the pirate king. privateer. why dance around it? bastard king’ is more likely. actually, i said, they’re already calling you korol rezni. i’d heard it whispered in the streets of kribirsk: king of scars. ― leigh bardugo, ruin and rising.

we think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. what is it? to live, said camilla. to live forever. ― donna tartt, the secret history.

i read somewhere, said kate, that people are made of stardust. he dragged his eyes from the sky. really? maybe that's what you're made of. just like us. and despite everything, august smiled. ― victoria schwab, this savage song.

there is beauty everywhere; even in the dark, there is light, and that is the rarest kind of all. ― catherine doyle, vendetta.

i really, really wanted to lose awareness of the here and now. the best way for me to do that was bury myself in a book. ― charlaine harris, grave sight.

as always. as ever. as a rose to the sun. ― renee ahdieh, the rose & the dagger.

can you hear my heart? i want to ask him. i want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and i want to be on it. ― tahereh mafi, ignite me.

it wasn’t easy. the world was complicated. life was hard. and so often, living hurt. so make it worth the pain. kate’s voice whispered through him, sudden and welcome, and he drew a deep breath. darkness was sweeping over the city, and there was still so much work to be done. ― victoria schwab, our dark duet.

you sound like thunderstorms and heavy rain, did you know that? i never liked bad weather. not until i met you. ― victoria schwab, the unbound.

he cupped her face in his hands. “jer molle pe oonet. enel mörd je nej afva trohem verretn.” she remembered those words and what they truly meant. i have been made to protect you. only in death will i be kept from this oath. it was the vow of the drüskelle to fjerda. and now it was matthias’ promise to her. ― leigh bardugo, crooked kingdom.

the books we love, they love us back. and just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. — jay kristoff, nevernight.

words were different when they lived inside of you. ― benjamin alire sáenz, aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.

but love was always something heavy for me. something i had to carry. benjamin alire sáenz, aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.

all the money, all the power—none of it compares to a good book. a book gives you everything. it gives you a window into other souls, other worlds. ― the vanish stair, maureen johnson.