The back of the neck is a promise, summing up the whole person through their most intimate feature. Yes, intimate. It’s the part of your body you can never see yourself.—Sophie Divry, The library of unrequited love. Highlighted
There comes a time when the only way to start living is to tell the truth. To be who you really are, even if it is dangerous.—Matt Haig, How to Stop Time. Highlighted
... A peck on the lips was not just a peck. ‘What was that for?’ I asked. I could just about see her smile in the moonlight. It wasn’t a flirtatious smile. It was a plain, matter-of-fact one. ‘For you to have something else to occupy your mind.’ ‘I am not sure I have ever met someone like you,’ I said.—Matt Haig, How to Stop Time. Highlighted
I looked at her for too long, and with too much intensity in my eyes. The way people never look at people any more. I wanted her in every sense. To want is to lack. That is what it means.—Matt Haig, How to Stop Time. Highlighted
Why would a soul want a body? … A soul can’t touch.—Brianna Wiest, 101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think. Highlighted
I could feel his breath, his heart, which was beating too hard and too fast for him to be sleeping.—Hazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
your fingers lifting my mouth to yours, the way we moved together, the bruises on my belly from our hip bones grinding.—Hazel Hayes, Better by Far. Highlighted
God, his chin. She wanted to make an honest woman of his chin. She wanted to lock it down.—Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl. Highlighted