For the first time maybe ever, it didn't matter if I looked beautiful or not. I felt it.

— Kiera Cass

Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.

— Kiera Cass

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

— Kiera Cass

He grinned back at me, and I remembered how normal he’d made me feel the first time we’d met. Here, once again, he wasn’t bothered by my silence. And I suddenly realized what made me feel so uncomfortable about Elizabeth’s exploits. The people she attracted were drawn to the same thing everyone else was: our glowing skin, dreamy eyes, and air of secrecy. But this boy? He seemed to see more than that. He saw me not just as a mysterious beauty, but as a girl he wanted to know. He didn’t stare at me. Furthermore, he spoke to me.

— Kiera Cass

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, Mason 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.

— Kiera Cass

He must love you very much,' Gavrilo said once I had my footing. I couldn't look at him. 'What makes you say that?' Gavrilo sighed. 'I've known Mason since he was a child. He's never stood up to his father like that.

— Kiera Cass

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.

— Kiera Cass

He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more.Goodbye, Aspen.

— Kiera Cass

Hey I'm sorry about the other day. Didn't mean to give you a hard time, I ---" He held up his hands. "It's no problem. And I didn't mean to be pushy. But I've seen a lot of people let the surrounding bad make them hard or stubborn. In the end, they miss the chance to make their world Bette because they only see the worst in it." There was still something about the tone of his voice and his features that made me feel like I knew him. "I know what you mean." I shook my head. "I don't want to be like that. But I get so angry. Sometimes I feel like I know too much, or that I've done things I can't make right, and it just hovers over me. And when I see things happen that shouldn't..." "You don't know what to do with yourself." "Exactly." He nodded. "Well, I'd start by thinking about what's good. Then I'd ask myself how I could make that good even better." I laughed. "That doesn't make sense." He stood. "You just think about it a little.

— Kiera Cass

How can the truth make anything worse?

— Kiera Cass