La vida invisible de Addie Larue

(...) reconoce su mal humor, sus deseos y sus pensamientos con tan solo examinar sus ojos.
Le parece increíble que en el mismo período de tiempo, él nunca haya aprendido a leer los suyos.

Ser una soñadora supone mostrar cierto desafío.

El tiempo... cuántas veces ha oído describirlo como arena dentro de un cristal, continuo, constante. Pero no es más que una mentira, pues siente cómo se acelera y se abalanza contra ella.

She has said yes to the church, on more than one occasion, but only for the shelter, and never the salvation.

She wants to be stolen away, wants to forget. A fantasy, or perhaps a romance.

And Addie marvels a moment, despite herself, at the strange magic of it, the proof that in one way, the shadow kept his word. Twisted it, yes, warped her wishes into something wrong and rotten. But granted her this, at least.
To live.

(...) ideas are so much wilder than memories, that they long and look for ways of taking root.

“You ask for time without limit. You want freedom without rule. You want to be untethered. You want to live exactly as you please.”

Sees the sadness in his anger, the guardedness of grief.

Because she has spent weeks getting to know him. And he has spent hours forgetting her.