Ann Aguirre Quotes - Page 4

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

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.

Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.

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

You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.

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.

Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.

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.

I wanted proof, not promises.

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

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

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

It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

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

Show, not tell, right? Action, not words. You don’t want to hear how sorry I am or how things will be different this time. You want to see it with your own eyes. And until I can show you that, you won’t tell me what I want to hear.

There’s a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don’t have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they’re all the same shade of gray.

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.

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

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

A divided heart offers a strange sensation.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

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.