She carries chaos like an overcoat.
We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.
Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.
A divided heart offers a strange sensation.
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.
You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.
Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.
He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.
His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.
While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.
Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.
We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.
There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.
Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.
Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?
As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.
We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
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