Ann Aguirre Quotes

Love can make us do dreadful things.

No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

Sometimes I miss the old me.

But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

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.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldn’t die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.

Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.

But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

. . . 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.

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

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.

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.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.

Have you ever watched a child learning to walk? Before this week, I never had, but there's a certain grace to it. Well, if not grace, then tenacity. Fall down nine times--get up ten. And the tenth time you get where you're going, you don't stop, not for obstacles, not for other people telling you to stop. You don't listen to anything but that inner voice until you arrive where you want to be.

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.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.