How Generous The Universe Could Be, When

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.

You Know," Kirk Said Finally, Breaking The Silence. "i See It. He Is Pretty Hot.

Sophie Said To Me Once That She Was Glad She Had Been Scarred. She Said That Whoever Loved Her Now Would Love Her True Self, And Not Her Pretty Face. This Is Your True Self, Tessa. This Power Is Who You Are. Whoever Loves You Now--and You Must Also Love Yourself--will Love The Truth Of You.

No' Is A Magical Word," He Told Her. "here's How It Goes. You Say, 'simon, I Have An Insane, Suicidal Plan. Would You Like To Help Me Carry It Out?' And I Say, "why, No.

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.