Rick Yancey Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

  Rick Yancey

  War, Heart, Faces

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.135, Penguin

• A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.

  Rick Yancey

  War, Heart, Battle

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.135, Penguin

• The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that promise, the war is over - not the big war, but the war that matters, the one in the battlefield of his heart. Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

  Rick Yancey

  War, Kids, Heart

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.278, Penguin

• It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

  Rick Yancey

  Jobs, Heart, Break

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.201, Penguin

• He spreads his fingers over my heart, like he’s holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory he’s won fair and square.

  Rick Yancey

  Heart, Squares, Territory

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.375, Penguin

• When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.

  Rick Yancey

  Real, Heart, Eye

  Rick Yancey (2013). “The 5th Wave”, p.248, Penguin UK

• There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

  Rick Yancey

  Hero, Heart, Dragons

• Is it any wonder the power this man held over me - this man who did not run from his demons like most of us do, but embraced them as his own, clutching them to his heart in a choke-hold grip. He did not try to escape them by denying them or drugging them or bargaining with them. He met them where they lived, in the secret place most of us keep hidden. Warthrop was Warthrop down to the marrow of his bones, for his demons defined him; they breathed the breath of life into him; and without them, he would go down, as most of us do, into the purgatorial fog of a life unrealized.

  Rick Yancey

  Running, Heart, Men

  Rick Yancey (2011). “The Monstrumologist: The Isle of Blood”, p.347, Simon and Schuster

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