Sometimes, your eyes see something your brain doesn’t. You pick up a newspaper and your head gives you a phrase that you didn’t consciously read yet. You walk into a room and you realize something’s out of place before you’ve bothered to properly look.
I’m here to talk about the men in your life. To talk about the men in my life. I like the dress, by the way. Very boho chic or whatever. I was on my way home, and I wanted to find out if you had a good time at the toga party and also make sure that our plans for Zimbabwe were still on. I see you tried to claw your own eye out; it’s edgy.
I was tired of waiting. Of making. Of doing. I wanted some closure, an ending, a feeling I had gotten somewhere.
Darkness never boils over. Darkness remains inside.
She ran a finger along the back of his ear. It felt dangerous and thrilling, but not as dangerous and thrilling as it would have been to touch him while he was looking at her.
It’s easy to know a lot of things when time goes around instead of straight.
You’re a bastard, and this doesn’t seem like a typical bastard activity.
The rain washes too many secrets away,” he said. “It isn’t good where they collect.
And what else would he get into? Kavinsky’s dead so – Jesus Chrirst, listen to me. Jesus Christ.” The cave walls crumbled yet more; the ritual before had been imperfect. Gansey sat back against the wall and closed his eyes. Adam watched him swallow. Again he heard Gansey’s voice in the cave. “It’s okay,” Adam said. He did not care that Joseph Kavinsky was dead, but he liked that Gansey did. “I know what you meant.
I can’t kill his demons.
It was this: Blue’s smile – crooked, wry, ridiculous, flustered. There was a lot of happiness tucked in the corner of that smile, and even though her face was several inches from Gansey, some of it still spilled out and got on him.
God, kid. I can’t decide if I hate or love what a square you are.” Pete grinned for the first time. “Better love it, because it’s not changing, buddy.” This was the moment they became friends.
Ah, to whom can we fall apart? Not to angels, nor men, and even the most clever of animals see that we are not surely at home in our interpreted world.
She sat at the table with a cup of tea, looking plump and angelic as always, no sign of having lost any sleep the night before.
There was no kindness on Mr. Gray’s face. “Unless you have hidden reserves of strength you didn’t display on the way down, we cannot carry her and Maura, and I know which one I prefer.
The sight of all the boys in their uniforms immediately provoked an unpleasant emotion in Blue. It was a long-held, multi-headed sensation formed from judgement, experience and envy.
We’ll run out of island before he runs out of speed.
How quickly George Holly’s become one of us – that I should be riding in a race against a few dozen capaill uisce and he thinks it’s the men I should be worried about.
I didn’t hate them. I just never wanted to see them again. It wasn’t the same thing.
Don’t say ‘hmm’ to me, Mr. Holly. You can’t come in here with your red hat and those shoes and play the wise man.”“Yes, says the man wearing no shoes at all,” says Holly.