Η φάρμα Christmas tree

What it feels like to be the last two people awake in the world.

Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.

A Court of Frost and Starlight · Sarah J. Maas

What it sounds like to be chosen by someone who knows you.

He’s still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I’m not the Chosen One," he says. I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you.

Carry On · Rainbow Rowell

A mother, a sundress, a stolen base: the anatomy of a kept memory.

All the neighborhood kids played kickball in the street for hours that night, and the adults even joined us for a game. At one point, my mother was high-fiving Michael after stealing home base in her floral sundress and wedge sandals. That moment was pressed in my memories like a yellowed photograph in an antique album.

Better Than the Movies · Lynn Painter