He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.
Laini TaylorAnd yet, something tied them together, strong than any of that, something with the power to conduct her blood and breath like a symphony, so that anything she did to fight against it felt like discord, like disharmony with her self.
Laini Taylor"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.
Laini TaylorIt was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a defaultโlike it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.
Laini TaylorSome would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.
Laini Taylor