Kami Garcia Quotes

Hey Rid?" She stopped and turned to look at him, almost ruefully. Like she couldn't help what she was any more then a shark could help being a shark, but if she could... "Yeah, Shrinky Dink?" "You're not all bad." She looked right at him and almost smiled. "You know what they say. Maybe I'm just drawn that way.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

I saw his face change. His eyes widen. He lunged at me. I wouldn't let go. We stared into eachother's eyes and clawed at eachother's throats. As we rolled over the edge of the water tower and fell the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing ...Lena

A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!

Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

Ladies first." "Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan

There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Here’s the million-dollar question: how are you going to write this book if you’re afraid to start writing? Give your friend Doubt a name, and then block his calls.

The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.

Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.

What did you do to Amma?" "I was late to school." He studied my face. I studied his. "Number 2?" I nodded. "Sharp?" "Started out sharp and then she sharpened it.

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.

Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

I believe the term you’re searching for is smoking jacket. I find, now that I have whole days of sunshine ahead of me, I’ve discovered there is more to life than formal haberdashery.

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.

At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

No, books. She would have maybe twenty going at a time, lying all over our house--on the kitchen table, by her bed, the bathroom, our car, her bags, a little stack at the edge of each stair. And she'd use anything she could find for a bookmark. My missing sock, an apple core, her reading glasses, another book, a fork.

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

I need to talk to Lena" There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

I could remember the details as if it had happened yesterday, even though it was hard to believe some of it had happened at all. Funerals were tricky like that. And life, I guess. The important parts you blocked out altogether, but the random, slanted moments haunted you, replaying over and over in your mind.