Trying to get with Six is like deciding to take up mountain climbing and choosing Everest as your first mountain.
Hey, handsome,” she said when she opened the door, and I turned around to look over my shoulder to pretend she meant it for someone else. Her.
He offers a subtle wag and paws at my leg. I reach down and pull him up to my lap and scratch his tummy. “How about you, buddy? You ready to get out of this dump?” Bernie Kosar thumps his tail against the bed.
It’s like, Earthlings, you idiots, get it together!
In response, Nine punches him right in the face. Because of course he does.
Overconfidence gets you dead.
Come on. I’ll explain what sexy is.’ ‘I know what it – ugh, why am I even discussing this with you?’ John shoves Nine in frustration, but Nine just holds on tighter. ‘Get off me, idiot.’ ‘Come on, Johnny, you need my affection now more than ever.
Power is the only thing that anyone is really after.
Trust is dangerous.
Man, do I ever want to be an alien,” he finally says. “You guys get to do way too many cool things.
When one of us is weak, the rest of us need to be that much stronger.
What an odd thing it must be to watch everything you’ve ever known be destroyed. The fire spreads with hostility, with disregard.
Of all the places I’ve ever lived, Paradise has been my favorite. It’s where I made my first best friend. It’s where I developed my first Legacy. It’s where I fell in love. But Paradise was also where I met my first Mogadorians. Where I had my first real battle and felt real pain. It’s the place where Henri died. Bernie.
All the hardship, in the end, was worth it.
That’s right! Run! Because if you don’t, that fire is just waiting to finish the job off!” When the last one disappears from view, I turn and start walking back towards the hills. I need to find my friends.
La chiave del cambiamento sta nel lasciarsi alle spalle la paura.
We are a team. That means something important. We take care of each other... When one of us is weak, the rest of us need to be that much stronger.
Santa Teresa is a convent that doubles as an orphanage for girls. I’m now the oldest out of thirty-seven, a distinction I’ve held for six months, after the last girl who turned eighteen left. At eighteen we must all make the choice to strike out on our own or to forge a life within the Church.
We’ve probably run a mile, maybe two, and with each new corridor that turns up nothing, stress floods my veins.
And she said that, in life, she believes there are two types of people. The people who bring us down, who make us someone we don’t want to be. And the people who bolster us, who make us more of who we already are – an even better version of ourselves. And with those people you can never lose yourself.