Every week I will pick a quote from a book I read, am reading, or that is my favourite, and share it with you all through this post.
“Jeb is an anchor; he holds me grounded to my humanity and compassion. But Morpheus is the wind; he drags me kicking and screaming to the highest precipice, shoves me off, then watches me fly with netherling wings. When Jeb’s at my side, the world is a canvas–unblemished and welcoming; when I’m with Morpheus, it’s a wanton playground–wicked and addictive.”
“Strange, isn’t it? To love a book. When the words on the pages become so precious that they feel like part of your own history because they are. It’s nice to finally have someone read stories I know so intimately.”
“The thing is, I never had a friend like Sohrab before. One who understood me without even trying. Who knew what it was like to be stuck on the outside because of one little thing that set you apart.”
“But there is one part of this that hurts. The carefree, normal part. The part of me that was lost when we first moved and that I’ll never get back.”
“Kindness is a boomerang. You throw it out and you get it back. You had done kind things in the world, and you had been rewarded with kindness in return.”
“He has eyes like vast pools and a jaw made from shipwrecks and broken coral. Every movement he makes is as quick and fluid as a tidal wave. He belongs to the ocean. He is made from it, as much as I am.”
“You said you thought the first guy you fell for would be the one.That’s what you’ve been searching for.Like you think you’ll meet him and a whole chorus of angels will sing and you’lle know he’s it! But it doesn’t always work like that.Actually, i don’t think it ever works like that.Usually you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you stop getting warts.”
“I apologize for anything I might have done. I was not myself.”
“I apologize for shooting you in the leg.” said Lila. “I was myself entirely.”
“Mama says the word cake like it’s just an ordinary food
which is strange since everyone knows that cakes are
made of magic.”
“If the old lady who’s been giving me tea and biscuits for twenty-five years is a trained assassin, I suppose I might like assassins after all. I might have very positive and warm associations with assassins.”