The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.
Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.
Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that’s what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.
Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.
I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered “Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.
Never look at other people’s bad fortune,′ my mother said. ‘If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.
Let everyone see the blood,′ he said. ‘Don’t clean it up. That’s the only way people remember.’... I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.
He knew exactly how to hit a woman, so that the marks hardly showed. He knew how to kiss her, too, so that her heart began to race and she’d start to think forgiveness with every breath. It’s amazing the places that love will carry you. It’s astounding to discover just how far you’re willing to go.
At first it appeared as if something with wings had fallen from above... perhaps an angel who had faltered then drowned, in tears of this poor tired world.
He has stumbled into love, and now he’s stuck there. He’s fairly used to not getting what he wants, and he’s dealt with it, yet he can’t help but wonder if that’s only because he didn’t want anything too badly.
Just know that what’s done can be undone, but what’s undone can never again be.
All this kissing was making her crazy; it was reminding her of what she could feel, and how it could be when you wanted someone as much as he wanted you.
You were the one who taught me that love was never what we expected it to be and that it was all that we needed.
If you believed in something strongly and give it enough credence, it could appear right in front of you. Though it had been created in your mind, it would claim a presence in the real world, a monster at your door, a demon pulling at your coat sleeve.
Demons were said to be cruel, but a demon would never have been so brutal as this. A demon merely called you by name, threw his arms around you, whispered his plight, understood yours, then took you for his own.
What was a demon but a lost soul, one that had been forced to use his skills to survive.
Love wasn’t rational; there was no proof that it even existed outside of people’s imaginings.
He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but my brother stopped his flight long enough to look at me. An instant that would have to last forever. And then the flames rose higher and my brother was gone.
Lucy Green couldn’t stop reading. She was a secret reader...