Maybe memories should be left the way they are.
You can't go around feeling too much.
Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you.But no one does.
Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better
In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.
Because without our language, we have lost ourselves. Who are we without our words?
God knows what possessed me, but having that science book in my hand propelled me to immediate action. So I hit her with it.
The gods do make playthings of us. But it is we mortals who provide them with tools.
Are you calling us pigs?’ Froi asked, watching as Rafuel winced for the tenth time at the formality of Froi’s Charyn.Rafuel thought for a moment and then nodded.‘Actually yes, I am. Pig-like.’Froi tur...
I miss the Stella girls telling me what I am. That I'm sweet and placid and accommodating and loyal and nonthreatening and good to have around. And Mia. I want her to say, "Frankie, you're silly, you'...
I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy. I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett. I need Tim Tams and comfort food.
We didn't let them do anything to us, Travanion," Beatriss said fiercely, "They did it without out permission.
Lucian was beginning to get used to hearing her small observations at night. More than anything, he realized he liked her voice in the dark. It made him feel less lonely.
How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?
Simple dreams are the hardest to come true
Each day, at the same time, Jude would return and they would be there, led by Webb, whose life could not have been more different than his. Where Webb's memories of childhood were idyllic and earthy,...
The boy in the tree sobs uncontrollably when I tell him about the Hermit and my mother, yet his eyes light up each time I mention Hannah. And every single time he asks, “Taylor, what about the Brigadi...
Do not cry,” she said fiercely, but her own tears flowed. “Do not cry, Finnikin. For if we begin, our tears will never end.
They always prided themselves on looking youthful. “Forty’s the new thirty,” they’d joke.Until heartbreak and grief enter your life, and then forty’s the new one hundred.
Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can...
