We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.
It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.
All of you, wherever you are: in your spiny cities, or your one-bump towns. Find it, the hard stuff, the links of metal and chink, the fragments of stone filling your stomach. And pull, and pull, and pull. I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.
I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.
that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.
only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.
you have to understand. i wasn't just thinking of me. i was thinking of her, too.
it seemed a lifetime ago i'd lain in bed with Lena and felt her breath tickling my chin and held her while she slept, felt her heart beating through her skin to mine. it was a lifetime ago. everything was different.
That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.
I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.
The first one, we’ll name Blue.
Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.
I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop
And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.
You must hurt, or be hurt.
Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.
Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me
For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.
You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.
My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away."A cute idiot," Ally corrects me."That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.
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