It is a difficult thing to, to lose, when one is so accustomed to winning.
They will never have this, will they? They might not ever know the feeling of cozying up to a lightning bolt, what it feels like to look at someone’s face and see your heart there.
Fortune can be hoarded, or it can be shared.
He was alone,” I cried. “He didn’t have anyone with him- he must of been so scared. I told him we would stay together.
Can’t seem to stop looking for their reflections behind mine in each window or glossy surface I pass.
How unfortunate that sailing was one of the few occupations where a man could be praised for failing, so long as he did it bravely.
His brother’s dream is here, alive. It has survived death and destruction; it hasn’t blown away with the ash that settles after his fire was put out. It will go on.
Liam turned his face toward mine. We weren’t even a breath apart. “Never,” he said after awhile. “Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.
All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies,’” he read, “’and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.
I guess once you’d had a taste of the worst, pretty bad isn’t all that terrible.
Time to carpe the hell out of this diem.” Less.
Everyone pulls a bad card. What matters is how you ultimately play it.
That she’d looked at him as though he was the last treasure to be had in the world?
It takes a sharp blade, a huge effort to separate one half of a coin from the other. It would take something a hell of a lot stronger and sharper to separate me from her.
Who could be satisfied with seeking out the four corners of one small world, when there was the whole of time to be had?
Only, they’ve done such a good job of making this place hell that I wouldn’t be surprised if the real one turned out to be a much nicer place.
Every relationship is a transaction. Every so-called friendship begins with a promise that must be kept by both parties.
The notes of the symphony of lives, desires, and revenge suddenly swelled into a chorus of generations, blasting through Etta’s mind.
Nicholas eased back from her, wondering if this was what death would feel like – the painful release. He had envisioned it so many times as wading out into dark, cool water, letting it rise past his hips, his shoulders, his head. This was a breaking, a thunderclap of agony. How short a person’s life was, but how very many times they were asked to die inside.
There are times, Miss Spencer, you defeat me utterly.