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“That's beautiful,” she said.
He turned to her. “Would you like me to go take that violin for you? I'd gladly fight whatever angry mob rises up if it might make you smile.”
Her heart just about burst at that.
Be brave. “I would only want to play for you.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“In the whole course of history, war had always fallen on the shoulders of the young.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“Everything changes, when given the time.”
He worked his jaw back and forth. “Everything?”
It might have been the way he was studying her mouth, or how his hands seemed to be lightly tracing the folds of her dress's skirt without even being fully aware of it, but the trickle of confusion roared into a jagged, painful understanding.
“Oh,” she thought, throat thick. “Oh...”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“The melody of her heart had no name; it was quick, and light. It rolled with the waves, falling as the breath left his chest, rising as he inhaled. It was the rain sliding down the glass; the fog spreading its fingers over the water. The creaking of a ship's great body. The secrets whispered by the wind, and the unseen life that moved below. It was the flame of one last candle.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger