Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.
Maggie StiefvaterIt was a sort of ferocious, quiet beauty, the sort that wouldn't let you admire it. The sort of beauty that always hurt.
Maggie StiefvaterTo Grace, these were the things that mattered: my hands on her cheeks, my lips on her mouth. The fleeting touches that meant I loved her.
Maggie Stiefvater