Ann Aguirre Quotes

Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.

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. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have no reason to be jealous, I promise. We talked... and trained. You're the only boy who gets close like this." "Oh." A long, slow breath escaped him. "I feel so stupid." I put my lips to his cheek and whispered, "Don't. I love you, Fade.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... 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.

Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth for the other. Now there will be no loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two persons, but there are three lives before you: His life, Her Life, and Your life together.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.

A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.

Survival feels like cowardice.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

Don’t let them see you weak.

He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

Not just when its easy. All the time.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

This is the way we win over our enemies, not with bigger weapons, or faster ships, but with human courage, ingenuity, and sacrifice. Don't lose hope. We've faced the darkness before-it has nothing new to teach us. As we go about our lives, let us remember the example Dr. Navarro set for us. At the right time, anyone can be a hero.

I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

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.