SLEEPY HOLLOW, Dir. Tim Burton (1999)

“He reached out to smooth his fingers gently across her wrist, as if he was trying to apologize to her skin. (Not that her skin would have accepted his apology.)”

Gabriel's Inferno by Sylvain Reynard

“I didn’t see the funny, complex, tortured guy I wanted so badly to fix. All I saw was a broken prince with pleading eyes who was on the verge of tears. Man tears. Not angry or exasperated or annoyed. But real and sad and deep.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

“I hated that she was alone. She was always alone, and she shouldn't have been, because she should've been with me.”

Nightfall by Penelope Douglas

“And when something hurts, it means that you can feel. It means that your heart is not dead. That’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Because a heart never dies. You stomp on it; you stab it with a knife; pour gasoline on it and set it on fire; you ignore it and bury it in the pursuit of perfection. You do whatever the fuck you want to it, Arrow, but it doesn’t die. It beats and beats and feels. It feels all the things, good or bad, like this crazy little maniac that doesn’t know how to quit.”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

“You’re the girl who keeps me awake at night. The girl who makes me look out the window and count the stars in the sky. I not only count them. I look for patterns. I look for shapes that match the freckles on your nose and under your eyes. ”

My Darling Arrow by Saffron A. Kent

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

“Turning around to look at him, I put a hand on his cheek. “Are you happy, Alex?”

“I’m an artist. My job is not to be happy. My job is to feel, to suffer, and to conjure the same feelings in others.”

Midnight Blue by L.J. Shen

“She was so desperate to love someone. It seemed like such a simple, singular thing to ask from this life.”

— Dolly Alderton, Ghosts

“I don’t fear death anymore, but I fear life. I fear I’ll never be rid of this bitterness. Never be rid of the pain. Never be able to keep my mind clean. Never be able to look in the mirror and like what I see. It’s such an effort, an everyday struggle.”

The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas