Bellamy took Clarke’s hand, then leaned in and whispered, “Should we go check on your parents?” She turned to him and tilted her head to the side. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be meeting my parents?” she teased. “After all, we’ve been dating less than a month.” “A month in Earth time is like, ten years in space time, don’t you think?” Clarke nodded. “You’re right. And I suppose that means that I can’t get mad at you if you decide to call it off after a few months, because that’s really a few decades.” Bellamy wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. “I want to spend eons with you, Clarke Griffin.”She rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “Glad to hear it, because there’s no going back now. We’re here for good.

Nature was beautiful in a way he'd never imagined, but this...this was life.

Sasha: "It's not your fault. You were doing what you thought was best to keep them safe. It isn't easy, making those kinds of decisions. I know that. And I also know the difference between you when you're trying to be the leader and you when you get to just be a boy."Wells: "It's funny you should say that,""Say what?""That you see the difference between me as a leader and me as a person.""I believe I said boy." she corrected.~Chapter 21 Pg: 228

Remember, there is no peace without peaceful exchange.

She would figure out how to get what she wanted, what she needed, even when her long lashes failed to convince, when her body was no longer young and beautiful. She'd be more than pretty, She'd be strong.

Bellamy had come down from scanning the heavens only to find himself in the depths of hell.

I'll say that you were so beautiful, you made me do ridiculous, reckless things.

There was no drug strong enough to repair a broken heart.

She'd be more than happy. She'd be strong.

Today, he’d observed them seize a woman who’d gotten pregnant with an unregistered child. There’d be no chance at lenience. She would be Confined until she gave birth, the child would be placed in the Council’s care, and the mother would be executed. The ship could only support a certain number of lives, and allowing anyone to disrupt the delicate balance would jeopardize the entire race.

They were going to drag the boy she loved into the clearing, point a gun at the kindest, bravest person she'd ever met, and end his life with the twitch of a finger.

He wanted to show her how to live, even after he was gone.