Kami Garcia Quotes - Page 8

She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.

I'm afraid. I know L. I don't want you to get hurt. I won't. What if you do. I'll wait for you. Even if I'm dark? Even if you're very very dark.

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

You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.

We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.

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

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

They really hate you, yes they do. They hate everyone, how 'bout you?

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

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.

I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.

I was lost before I found her in my dreams, and she found me that day in the rain. I knew it seemed like I was always the one trying to save Lena, but the truth was she had saved me, and I wasn't ready for her to stop now.

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

She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.

His eyes softened. I thought maybe he pitied me, but it was something else. "Ultimately, it will be your burden to bear. It's always the Mortal who bears it. Trust me, I know." "I don't trust you and you're wrong. We aren't too different." "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." He was talking to me, but it didn't feel like he was talking about me anymore. "I apologize for the intrusion. I'll leave you to your sleep.

Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?" "Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.

I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.

The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.