Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.
Oh, I’m sure you just slipped and fell, and your tongue landed in her mouth. Right? Happens to the best of us.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
The world isn’t black and white, good or bad. The battles that make a real difference are fought in the murky area in between, where the greater good requires brutal sacrifice. Where both the means and the ends are just shadows in a featureless gray landscape. And that was the death of my idealism.
She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.
We share that misfortune, reaper...
We will make a rattle for our child from your teeth and phalanges, and stacking toys from your vertebrae. She will teethe on your kneecaps and we will rock her to sleep whispering tales of your bloody demise.
If you cut off my hands, I’ll write with my feet, and if you cut off my feet, I’ll write with my nose, and if you cut that off, you may as well cut my whole head off, because no matter how you slice and dice me, you can’t control what I think, or what I feel. You can keep me locked up for the rest of my life, however brief that may be. But you will never, ever own me.
That boy is a fool,” Jace growled. Then he bent toward me and tilted my face up, and that was the kiss that changed my life. The kiss that opened my eyes and woke up my body, and showed me exactly what I’d been missing.
It’s not the amount of time that matters, Nina. It’s what you do with it.
Are you asking me to help you manipulate me?
You want a magic wand, so you can walk around smacking people with it until everything’s just the way you like it.
Just smart enough to be dangerous, it turned out, wasn’t really very smart at all.
Rumor has it you’ve conquered more territory than Genghis Khan.
No, I didn’t want to be the latest on his rumored list of conquests, but I wouldn’t mind knowing I was worthy.
And if blood was thicker than water, then football, evidently, would congeal in one’s veins. “And that.
You have some kind of grudge against the doughnut industry? Did they forget to give you sprinkles?
Justice is for the victim. Vengeance is for the survivor.
I have to believe that human decency will prevail. That the world is better than this. That faced with the evidence of injustice, deep down they will all want to make it right.
So we’re all alike, in that we’re each a little different.
We are a different kind of monster, Adele. The beasts in the forest do horrific things to people. We do horrific things to protect people. And that is rarely easy, it’s rarely neat or clean or pretty; yet it still must be done. Even when that makes us monsters.