“Sebastian lay a few feet away from her, on his back. There was a great blackened hole across the front of his… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“He was aware in a single, exploded moment of how many colors combined to make white. Pain hissed inside his skull.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
