Impossible situations are our specialty.
In the real world, you can make your own miracles.
If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.
Life’s like that. As we grow and change, some things we’ve experience before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.
I find more peace with you.
Most good things come with the risk of something bad.
Some people read books for fun.
I’m like a fine wine. I get better with age. The best is yet to come.
You know, I might miss some of your witticisms when you’re gone, but one thing I won’t miss? Your overwhelming sense of melodrama and despair. It’s too much even for me.
This isn’t a game. We don’t want mediocre employees who can keep the status quo. We want souls. We want to win. And you’ve spent most of your time here being mediocre.
We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.
Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.
A ghostly smile flickered across his face. “If you weren’t so psychotic, you’d be fun to hang around.” “Funny, I feel that way about you too.” He didn’t say anything else, but the smile grew, and he walked away.
The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.
I haven’t even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive.
I didn’t care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me.
How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.
You forgot my first lesson: don’t hesitate.
As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.
He has no right to threaten my boyfriends. I’m eighteen. An adult. I don’t need his help. I can threaten my boyfriends myself.