Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.
But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.
When I was 11 or 12, I was really bored with everything on my summer reading list. It was all happy, middle-grade kinds of books. I was getting frustrated, because I liked to read. My mother went to the library and got me a copy of 'The Other Side of Midnight' by Sidney Sheldon. It was my first adult book.
Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.
Fate, I think, is a thief.
My sisters were in that van.
Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.
The world seems so clean if you only looked up.
She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.
I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.
My head is my favorite swimming pool.
For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.
None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.
I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.
I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.
Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.
You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.
I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.
There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.
He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.
So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.
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