“it’s not true, you know,” he said. “you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you.”

it may not be my quest, but maybe it's mine to win

«I want to know you,” I told him. “I want that,” he murmured into my hair. »

side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid. their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm.

“I love you,” [Rin] said. Kitay gave her a tired smile. “I know.”

What are the dead anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

wuthering heights for @alicenthighstower

quotes from the secret history (1992)