For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.
Har. Bloody. Har.
What...what about when I'm married?We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!
I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.
Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day
It's become impossible to deny he means something to me.
Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.
I said you were beautiful. I slept in your bed!
You're the most incredible girl I've ever known. You're gorgeous and smart, and you make me laugh like no-one else can. And I can talk to you. And I know after all this I don't deserve you, but what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Anna. Very Much.