I blinked back my tears. There was so much I wanted to tell him---I had five years' worth of news and worries, of joys and realizations---and stories I'd dreamed of sharing with him, but now that he was here, no words would come. pg. 322

How I'd wanted to, more than anything. The warmth of his hand on my cheek, the press of his lips on mine---they were enough to melt me. pg. 18

I kissed his cheeks, his nose, his eyes. His lips. I lingered there, inhaling the familiar warmth of his breath. Letting it seep into my own and stay there, as it had when I first loved him. pg. 340

Soy Fa Mulán, una chica que sacrificaría su vida por su familia y por China. Soy una chica que viajó al inframundo para salvar a su amigo agonizante. Soy una chica que ha peleado batalla tras batalla para finalmente reconocerse en el espejo. Y ahora lo hago.

I saw how protective Delann is of you. Yet he respects you. pg. 224

You'll learn that certain things aren't worth the trouble.

A sketchbook for a cloak? Hardly seems like a fair trade.""It's a magic sketchbook," Edan said, reaching for it.I rolled my eyes. "Really.""See, when you turn it upside down, sand falls out." Edan smiled widely as he caught the desert's golden grains in his palm. "Sand, sand, and more sand.""Oh, you!

I whirled around, but Edan was gone. I let out an exasperated sigh. Never had I met anyone so insufferably pleased with himself.

ShiShi landed on his paws with a thump. "Still there, little soldier?"Mulan caught her breath and waited a beat for her stomach to stop churning. "Still here."The stone lion grunted, a sound that somehow indicated he was half impressed that she was still in one piece and half disappointed that the fall hadn't terrified her. "Most men get sick on the way down here."I'm not most men, Mulan thought, but she kept quiet and climbed off ShiShi's back.

Women are always waiting on men- let it be the other way around for a change.