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1 " Someone else’s personal fantasy may well be your personal nightmare. "
― Cole McCade , The Lost (Crow City, #1)
2 " Life is just a series of new beginnings, my dear. Sometimes to move on, we have to be willing to let go. "
3 " Do you want to die, Gabriel?” “No.” His hand fell to cover hers, heated and rough. “I just want that moment when the choice to live or die isn’t my responsibility. Not my life, or anyone else’s.” Pale eyes fixed on her. “More than anything, I want a reason to keep living. "
4 " For everyone who’s ever wanted to tear it all down… …and leave it all behind. "
5 " Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don’t want to be found. "
6 " Not knowing someone is no reason not to help. "
7 " But she looked for the emotions and they weren’t there; just scraps and tatters, clinging to the empty place where they belonged. She had no feeling left, hollowed out and lost and wondering how she’d ended up "
8 " She was a lioness, fierce in her roar. "
9 " Letting go of the ring felt like letting go of that. Of that little girl’s daydream, one that had turned less into a nightmare and more into one long and dreamless night. "
10 " Have you ever felt like a train desperate to jump the tracks? I guess that’s me. I wanted to be a train wreck. "
11 " We’re all one form of addict or another. "
12 " Maybe I’m addicted to dissatisfaction and no matter how good I have it, I’ll never be happy. "
13 " her blood was made of ennui and missed chances, "
14 " Happiness is impossible,” he murmured. “We’ve just been conditioned to seek it. Pop culture and television promise it’s out there, some ideal if we just play our cards right. But it’s not real. It’s not true. Happiness isn’t something we’re genetically programmed for. We’re programmed to want—and the more we want, the farther we go. "
15 " It’s all right not to know what you want, little mouse. Some of the most interesting lives are led while trying to figure out just that. "
16 " Sometimes it feels like everything in my head is fleeting and impermanent. I change from one minute to the next. I’m a different person every other day. And maybe that person doesn’t think the same things as the person she was two days ago, but there are some things she still doesn’t want to forget. "
17 " Every day she would spread her wings and tell herself today was the day she would fly—but every day a quiet, hateful old witch told her if she tried even once, she would fall. Told her little girls weren’t meant to fly. Little girls were meant to stay at home and be pretty, and as long as she did that all the good things in the world would come to her.” The words tasted foul. “And the little girl, who used to be fearless, learned fear. Just a little more each day, until her wings grew too heavy to lift her and her fear weighed her down to earth. "
18 " That moment was when she realized that every woman is a broken goddess. Every last one. "
19 " So she closed her eyes and swung high, with the wind pushing her hair back and the scent of the day in her lungs. Her feet kicked toward the sun, and she imagined her anger was a fire that could scour everything clean, leaving nothing behind but a single solitary truck buried in the sand. She’d swung like this as a little girl. Back when she’d still thought she could fly. She’d fought gravity and thrown her little body against the chains until the swing arced so high the chains started to go slack, and she got that little excited twist of fear in the pit of her stomach when it felt like nothing was holding her up. She’d always thought she would rip loose from the seat, and wings would sprout from her back and carry her away. She’d laughed until she was dizzy, then screamed happily as the earth dragged her back down in a plunging descent—and she’d always waited for just that perfect moment to thrust her legs out and saw them against the air so she could fight coming to ground for just a few seconds longer. Just a few seconds while her nanny shouted that she’d hurt herself. Seconds when the giggles of the other children sounded like wind-chime music, and she’d felt like she’d had the sky in her veins. "
20 " I don’t like when stories end.” “Why?” “Because it means that nothing that comes after seems to matter. "