It is our choices that define us, not our abilities.
I know how you love endings, so I will write one for you.
Sorry’ doesn’t mean anything when you can’t promise not to do it again.
If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares.
I’ll just need your names?” She took out a guest book and a pen, and looked at Jamie expectantly. Something came over Jamie then. He lifted his chin as he said, “Barney.” I cocked my head to the side. “Rubble.” Stella put her head in her hands. “And this,” he said, a smile spreading across his lips as he sidled up to Stella, “is Betty.” He put his hand on her shoulder. She smiled weakly. “And this is our daughter.” Jamie placed a hand on my head. “Bamm-Bamm.” I stepped on his foot.
I think Stella’s a little scared of you,” he said, while I changed for bed in the bathroom. “And you’re not?” I called out. “Of you? You have the soul of a kitten.” I popped my head out of the bathroom. “A kitten.” “An assassin kitten.
I believe that every person has a responsibility to leave the world a better place than he found it.
Sometimes, Noah, I feel an overwhelming urge to punch you in the face.
The air around us was charged as we stood opposite each other. Healer and destroyer, noon and midnight. We were silently deadlocked.
The first time I heard her, I never wanted to listen to anyone else.
There are some things the people you love should never see you do.
Why is it that whenever anyone says something offensive, they always add ‘no offense’ after it?
I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself... I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I didn’t think that anymore.
Do I have your attention?” the voice asked. I knew that voice. But I couldn’t believe I was hearing it. “Noah’s alive,” Jude said.
If we had learned anything concrete by now, we had learned this: we weren’t alone. There are other like us out there. People that think they’re just strange or different or troubled or depressed or sick, They might just be. But they might also be something more. They could become one of us.
Tonight. And I would give him tomorrow, and everyday after, for as long as I possibly could. It wasn’t enough for me, but it was enough for him.
For the lost boys, and the girls who find them.
Do not find peace. Find passion. Find something you want to die for more than something you want to live for.
The ability to heal does not make on good any more than the ability to kill makes one evil. Kill the right people, and you become a hero. Heal the wrong ones, and you become a villain. It is our choices that define us, not our abilities.
If she watched me any closer, she’d turn into the Eye of Sauron.