The next night he asked Jonah if he could take $9.49 out of Jonah’s secret stash that only Danny and his mum and Jack knew about. Jonah kept it in his sock drawer next to a photograph of Jonah and a girl with sad eyes, taken in one of those railway station photo booths.
What is it? A prize or something? No. It’s not a prize and I’m not a prize. But it’s mine. It belongs to me and I can only give it away once, and I want to be so sure when it happens. I don’t want to say that the first time for me was bad or it didn’t mean a thing.
How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.
It’s like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.
I’ve been passionate about two things in my life. One was Christina Alibrandi. The other is Josephine Alibrandi.
I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don’t want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you’re going through, but it’s happened and I don’t know what to do.
It’s too late. Seventeen-year-olds don’t need fathers. Oh god. I’m thirty-four years old and I need a father. I can’t even begin to think what my daughter needs.
And when you’d finished running you’d be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you’d have nobody to help you.
You can’t think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.
Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.
I’m beginning to realize that things don’t turn out the way you want them to. And sometimes, when they don’t they can turn out just a little bit better.
No. But it’s like the argument ‘don’t donate to third-world countries because the money mightn’t get to them.’ People only say that because it makes them feel better about the fact that they do nothing.
And it was this image that was stamped on the hearts and minds of all who were present that day. Of Froi of the Exiles holding the future of Lumatere in his hands.
Best way to find the weakness of the enemy is to understand their ways.
Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.
I don’t despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.
For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.
It’s all a bit of a gamble, mate. That’s all I can promise you. And we never get to see what that other life would have looked like if we don’t take chances.
If I did something to hurt Frankie and she said that I was never getting near her heart again, I’d spent the rest of my life trying anyway. That’s the difference between you and me, Tom. I’d go back to the moment it all fell apart and I’d start there.
The people I’m stuck with in my life now aren’t sucking the life out of me, they just suck.