While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.

"That's a poor match, Sean Kendrick," says a voice at my elbow. It's the other sister from Fathom & Sons, and she follows my gaze to Puck. "Neither of you are a housewife." I don't look away from Puck. "I think you assume too much, Dory Maud." "You leave nothing to assumption," Dory Maud says. "You swallow her with your eyes. I'm surprised there's any of her left for the rest of us to see."

Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverse you're giving up your wings and inheriting my curse you're letting go of me you're letting go

I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish—her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.

Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.

Grace: The idea was immediately unbearable, only because I wanted it to be true so badly it hurt