It’s about how there’s no such thing as redemption,” I whispered. “How you deserve what you get, and no higher power can save you.
Heroes don’t exist. And if they did, I wouldn’t be one of them.
Stay with me, Becks. Dream of me. I am ever yours.
Too much math and science isn’t nourishing to the soul.
I didnt tell him I’d thought of him every day. That even when every other memory had faded, he never left. – Nikki.
If you stand off to the side, all mopey and such, without a date, you’ll stick out like a nun at a strip club.
So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?” Cole said dryly. “Why didn’t I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.
I had believed there was no such thing as redemption. I knew now I was wrong. Redemption had not come from grand gestures of dashing bravery. It had not come from successfully completing twelve impossible labors. Instead, redemption transpired from the small, quiet places.
Sometimes, when someone keeps forgiving someone else, it becomes too much.
Who loses hope first? And who never gives up? Because it’s not the supernatural abilities that set mythical characters apart. It’s the decisions the human characters make, in impossible situations, that have us still talking about them centuries later. Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.
My Lady, please! I am indecent.′ ‘You are,’ Jane agreed. ‘Not to mention the fact that you are also unclothed.
Never focus on the end. Only focus on your first step.
Recognizing beauty isn’t optimism. It’s living with your eyes open.
Were you looking for this, Nik?” He took out a tiny triangular piece of plastic. His guitar pick. “My heart. You missed.
It’s in your eyes. I’ve done what I thought was impossible. I made you love me, but not in the way I needed. You love me as your friend.
I knew then the difference between what I had with Jack and the twisted thing I had with Cole. Jack was real. Cole was a drug, artificial and simulated.
You don’t really believe there’s a good way to say good-bye forever, do you?
Besides, we need help selling our T-shirts.” He picked out one of the smallest ones that had been drying on the counter and held it up to me, playfully assessing the look. “Nik. All you need to do is wear this tonight, and we’ll sell out.” I glanced down at the shirt and then back up at Cole. “Yeah, I’m sure this is the look you were going for.” “You can make anything look good,” he said softly.
I wanted to savor every tidbit with Rafael. It was like a good book, one I’d been waiting for and anticipating, and once I’d gotten it in my hands, I couldn’t bear to read one single page because that would be one fewer page I would get to read.
For the boat rockers, the rulebreakers, and the troublemakers. No one ever became a legend by blending in.