America Singer, one day you will fall asleep in my arms every night. And you'll wake up to my kisses every morning.
If she were (looking into my eyes), she’d have seen how absolutely floored I was the first time I finally, truly saw her. The clouds moved at just the right moment, fully lighting her face by the moon. She was dazzlingly beautiful. Underneath thick lashes were eyes blue as ice, something cool to balance out the flames in her hair. I felt a strange flutter in my chest, like the glow of a fireplace or the warmth of the afternoon. It stayed there for a moment, playing with my pulse.
Castes never meant that much to me.
All I knew was, even if she wasn't mine, I wanted to leave her with a smile.
That was my great ambition. Not to be Illea's princess. To be Aspen's.
America, I don't think you can change history." All the same, his expression looked hopeful. "Sure we can. Besides, who'd ever know about it but you and me?
I don’t think any girl in all of Illéa could have been smiling more than me.
He must love you very much,' Gavril said once I had my footing. I couldn't look at him. 'What makes you say that?' Gavril sighed. 'I've known Maxon since he was a child. He's never stood up to his father like that.
I should have proposed that night in your room." "I should have let you.
Is this a good time to pat your shoulder?
I wanted to be his dear, his darling.
So here I was expecting at the very best a cordial welcome from the girls who were prepared to fight me to the death for someone I didn’t want. Instead I was embraced.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Who needs help taking a pill?
Because even though you're dating five other women, I think I'm cheating on you.
I love you, America Singer. As long as I live, I'll love you." There was some deep emotion in his voice, and it caught me off guard. "I love you, Aspen. You'll always be my prince.
Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.
She must have been debating staying in the line or forcing me to run home and change.
So he enjoys a girl who stands up to him," Dad said once we all calmed down. "I like him more already.
You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together... it's the only way to survive.
Maybe what I wanted was stupid. Maybe it wasn't even something I could have. But, still it was mine. I didn't think I could sacrifice my dreams, no matter how much my family meant to me.
Maxon lowered his lips to mine and gave me the faintest whisper of a kiss. Something about the tentativeness of it made me feel beautiful. Without a word, I could understand how excited he was to have this moment, but then afraid at the same time. And deeper than any of that, I sensed that he adored me. So this is what it felt like to be a lady.
She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.
And Carolina will be cheering on the beautiful daughter of Magda and Shalom Singer, the new Lady America Singer!
I would be the best of us, the highest of the lows.
But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that's what mothers did.
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