Lauren DeStefano Quotes - Page 5

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.

Give me time" "For you, always.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

The world seems so clean if you only looked up.

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

My sisters were in that van.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.