Kami Garcia Quotes - Page 2

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

The more I learned about the world I thought I knew and all the ones I didn't, the more everything threaded together, leading everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.

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

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

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.

Do you believe in love after last sight?