I could live inside a G major chord, with Grace, if she was willing.

we're watchers of this world aren't we? not players

and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl

What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret. His first secret was himself. He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer. He was a warring star full of endless possibilities, but in the end, as he dreamt in the backseat on the way to the Barns that night, he created only this.

There was nothing particularly intimate about the way they sat, but something about the scene made Gansey feel strange, like he’d heard an unpleasant statement and later forgotten everything about the words but the way they had made him feel.

It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.