But I’m curious. Why didn’t you change Capone’s name?” “Because I love him for who he is, the good parts and the not so good parts. I don’t want to change a thing about him. Not even his name. That’s how it is when you truly love someone. You accept them, faults and all.
Glitter is like herpes, once it’s on you, it’s almost impossible to get rid of.
We each have an appointment with death. I’d rather die for a cause than die of old age never having done something important.
Sentinels are sort of like Mary, aren’t we?” His voice was quiet. “We’re alone in the world, taken from our true parents. I like to think of the libraries as our secret garden. Our escape.
It is very difficult for a man to allow his heart to walk around outside of his body. He wants to protect it at every moment.
We’re all products of the people who’ve loved us, ma’am. At least, that’s my opinion on the matter. We’re also formed by the people who didn’t love us. Sometimes it makes us hard, or heedless, but I don’t believe anyone’s ever finished becoming themselves. If that makes any sense.
Lieutenant Daniel Leary ambled through the streets of Kostroma City in the black-piped gray 2nd Class uniform of the Republic of Cinnabar Navy. He was on his way to the Elector’s Palace, but there was no hurry and really nothing more important for Daniel to do than to savor the fact that he’d realized one of his childhood dreams: to walk a far world and see its wonders first hand.
Allowing a man to give, simply by leading the dance a bit – metaphorically and literally – isn’t something that comes easily to women who are self-sufficient and independent.
She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.
I have no desire to fit in. No plans to walk with the crowd. I have my own mind, heart and soul. I am me and it has taken me years to realize how important that is.
She was never crazy, she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild... and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.
Madness is somewhere between chaos and having a dream.
How beautiful is it that we live in a world where nothing lasts forever. We must learn to fall in love with the love inside us, only then every moment living will be worth dying for.
When it was over, nothing defined us: other than the moments that made us feel free.
We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim.
She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.
I can tell you’re not yourself lately and I hope wherever you’ve gone, you feel free.
Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little.
You can always fall, Savannah, because I will be the one catching you.
He leans down, brushing his lips over my ear. “I’m scared.” His whisper nearly breaks me. “I’ve fallen for you, Savannah. Please catch me.