Leave it to you to find beauty in something others would say ruins a day.
I had been so mad at him when I left, I’d given them back. All except for the one that stuck to the bottom of the jar. He smiled. "They’re at home, waiting." "For what?" His eyes glittered. "That, I cannot say.
I know, I know. It’s hard to explain. All I can say is that I’ve been given a second chance. Maxon matters to me, and I’m going to fight for him.":)
But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that’s what mothers did.
Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
He let out a sigh. With my head there against his chest, I could faintly make out the sound of his heart beating through his suit coat. It seemed to be rushing. His hand, gentle as ever, reached to cup my cheek. As I looked into his eyes, I felt that unnameable feeling that was growing between us. With his eyes, Maxon asked for something we’d both agree to wait on. I was glad he didn’t want to wait anymore. I gave him a tiny nod, and he bridged the small gap between us, kissing me with unimaginable tenderness.
…I want it to be as easy as breathing for you to say yes.
There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Who needs help taking a pill?
The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.
So he enjoys a girl who stands up to him," Dad said once we all calmed down. "I like him more already.
America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you’ll wake up to my kisses every morning.
Maxon, this is my gift to you. I promise I will make every effort to see these girls through your eyes. Not the eyes of a queen, or the eyes of your mother, but yours. Even if the girl you choose is of a very low caste, even if others think she has no value, I will always listen to your reasons for wanting her. And I will do my best to support your choice.
I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.
When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.
It’s because I’m so good-looking, isn’t it?
I can’t help it." I sighed. "One can never help being born into perfection.
Your Majesty— Tugging my ear. Whenever.
America, there’s no question that you’ve had my heart from the beginning. By now you have to know that
I couldn’t joke about the person who’d saved me from facing absolute heartbreak at home, who fed my family boxes of sweets, who ran to me worried that i was hurt if I asked for him. A month ago, I had looked at the TV and seen a stiff, distant, boring person-someone I couldn’t imagine anyone loving. And while he wasn’t anything close to the person I did love, he was worthy of having someone to love in his life.
I only really ever hug my mother. Is this okay?” he asked. I laughed. “It’s hard to get a hug wrong.
What do you think my chances might be of finding a soul mate in the group of you? I’ll be lucky if I can just find someone who’ll be able to stand me for the rest of our lives. What if I’ve already sent her home because I was relying on some sort of spark I didn’t feel? What if she’s waiting to leave me at the first sign of adversity? What if I don’t find anyone at all? What do I do then, America?
The Swendish queen— whose name I couldn’t pronounce to save my life.
Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.
Do you think the ability to sleep in counts as a special skill?” I asked Dad, trying to sound torn over the decision. “Yes, list that. And don’t forget to write that you can eat an entire meal in under five minutes,” he replied. I laughed. It was true; I did tend to inhale my food. “Oh, the both of you! Why don’t you just write down that you’re an absolute heathen!” My mother went storming from the room.
I was overwhelmed. He understood me so well, how nervous I was about making this commitment, how frightening it was for me to become a princess. He was going to give me every last second he could and, in the meantime, lavish me with everything possible. I had another one of those moments when I couldn’t believe this was all happening. "That’s not fair, Maxon," I mumbled. "What in the world am I supposed to be able to give you?" He smiled. "All I want is your promise to stay with me, to be mine. Sometimes it feels like you can’t possibly be real. Promise me you’ll stay." "Of course, I promise.
You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.
I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.
Do you think," Maxon asked, "that I could still call you ‘my dear’?" "Not a chance," I whispered. "I’ll keep trying. I don’t have it in me to give up." And I believed him. It was annoying to think he’d press that issue. "Did you call all of them that?" I nodded my head toward the rest of the room. "Yes, and they all seemed to like it." "That is the exact reason why I don’t.
Ah yes, the man or the crown. I’m afraid some can’t tell the difference.
I’m sure you would have stopped it if you could have." "In a heartbeat.
It doesn’t really matter how you feel about your character; it just matters what you do with it.
The best people all have some kind of scar.
It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.
My shoes I got to pick. I chose worn-out red flats. I figured I should make it clear from the start that I wasn’t princess material.