Kiera Cass (born May 19, 1981) is an American writer of young adult fiction, best known for The Selection series.
If you don’t want me to be in love with you, you’re going to have to stop looking so lovely. First thing tomorrow I’m having your maids sew some potato sacks together for you.
You don't do that. You don't just leave your family. Sticking together. . . it's the only way to survive.
I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.
I know there was a time, when our country was new, when the assignment of these numbers helped organize something that was on the brink of not existing. But we are no longer that country. We are so much more now.
So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions.
History isn’t something you study. It’s something you should just know.
I'm not so stupid as to believe that you've completely forgotten about your former boyfriend. I know you think there are others here more suited for me and this life, and I wouldn't want you to rush into trying to be happy with any of this. I just. . . I just want to know if it's possible.
Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.
I couldn't joke about the person who'd saved me from facing absolute heartbreak at home, who fed my family boxes of sweets, who ran to me worried that i was hurt if I asked for him. A month ago, I had looked at the TV and seen a stiff, distant, boring person-someone I couldn't imagine anyone loving. And while he wasn't anything close to the person I did love, he was worthy of having someone to love in his life.
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.
No, I’m not choosing him or you. I’m choosing me.
I think there are pieces of yourself that you will always guard.
I curled closer to May, comforted by her warmth.
P. S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?
I hit your thigh!” “Oh, please. A man doesn’t need that long to recover from a knee to the thigh.
Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.
I should have proposed that night in your room. " "I should have let you.
The picture of me just after I’d found out Aspen was saving up to marry me. I looked radiant, hopeful, beautiful. I looked like I was in love. And some idiot thought that love was for Prince Maxon.
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 had to stop myself from laughing. Who needs help taking a pill?