Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

And it’s always better, isn’t it, when you discover answers on your own?

,Y qué crees tú que ha hecho?-no me importa lo que haya hecho, y a ti tampoco debería importarte. Vamos. Volvamos con Aria. Va por ahí.-Ya sé por donde ha ido.Rugido le dio una palmada fuerte en el hombro.-Sólo quería asegurarme de que te habías fijado.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

Aria, this isn’t intimate. If I were being intimate with you, trust me, you’d know.”She rolled her eyes. Next time you say something like that, you should toss a red rose and then leave with a swish of your cape.

It’s time, Perry”. He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.

He kisses like a poet. Like he’s writing poems on my lips.

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She’d seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock.

 Then he told Perry that love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and the earth and everything in between.

She could have lived every minute she’d had with him better. She should have always spoken the best words she could to him.

I’ve made many enemies in my life, but I do think you’re my finest achievement.

Come back with me, Aria. Be with me.

She did it, though she hated opera. She hated everything about it. The overblown sense of drama. The violence and lewdness. No one had ever died of heartbreak in Reverie. Betrayal never led to murder. Those things didn’t happen anymore. They had the Realms now. They could experience anything without taking risks. Now, life was...

But when a cut is deep, it’s still just flesh beneath.

It was an irrational fear. But when had fear ever been rational?

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.

You can’t be miserable when you’re running. It’s such a simple and pure way to feel alive.

He had a prince’s looks but a pirate’s eyes.

I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you.

When you’ve been hurt by someone you love like he has, why would you ever seek love out? Why would you risk being hurt again?

I don’t want to play; I want to win. But if you give me the rules, I’ll take it from there.

She’d survived the outside. She’d survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

I was trying to help… The more I try to catch up, the farther I fall behind.

She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.

Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever.” “I could never do that”. She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear. “Your scent is like violets early in spring,” he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it...

Doubters don’t mean a damn thing. I doubt it’ll rain tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I control the rain. What I think has no bearing on what is. The wise ask questions, Perry. The weak doubt.

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry’s heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

It was my idea. It’s the safest way, but it’s strange pretending to be something different. It’s like there’s a glass wall between us. Like I can’t touch him or … reach him. I don’t like the way it feels.

She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She’d seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She...

We all have the potential to do terrible things. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes.

She found it curious and frightening that she could deeply dislike someone she didn’t even know. It wasn’t her. At least, it wasn’t how she used to be.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she’d ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

A good dream was something you clung to until the last moment before waking.

He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.

Entonces la besó, separando aquellos labios suaves con los suyos. Su sabor era perfecto, a lluvia nueva. El beso se hizo más profundo, recorrió su cuerpo con las manos, la atrajo hacia sí. Pero entonces ella se retiró y sonrió. Sin decir nada, le besó la nariz, la comisura de los labios, y después un...

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.

I miss you.I miss you. I miss you, I miss you.Be ready, because when I see you, I’ll never let you go again.