Heather Lyons Quotes

people who can't control their emotions are not valuable allies in battle.

May you have the hindsight to know where you've been, the foresight to know where you are going, and the insight to know when you have gone too far.

Speaking of, Kellan texted me yesterday, while I was in Annar: So. Today, I didn't see you at school. In class. In History, even.

I'd been amazed to discover that apparently my cell phone coverage included Annar.

Lyons, Heather (2012-08-25). A Matter of Fate (Fate Series Book 1) (p. 118). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.

I was continuously a failure in his eyes, the worst of his pupils who just couldn't seem to learn her lessons.

Hey," she says to him.
"Hey," he says in return.
"Hey," I offer, making sure that I add to the awkwardness.

Lyons, Heather (2013-11-17). A Matter of Heart (Fate Series Book 2) (pp. 96-97). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.

Women, men, children, old, young, straight, gay ... violence is not picky when it comes to its victims. And it's distressing, thinking of these other people, faceless yet dear to me. We are part of a group no sane person wants to join, and yet we are members anyway. We come from every walk of life, of every race and religion. There is no way to exit the group once we've joined; all we can do is try not to let it define us.

Love isn't always clean and pretty--sometimes it's messy, cruel, and confusing. And sometimes, it doesn't turn out the way you want it to. But then, the beauty of love is that it's very strong, and when it's real, it's worth it.

How could I have forgotten such a miracle, such a gift, for even a singular moment?

The fog dissipates. The water turns cold. The door to the shower opens, and the knobs are turned to the off position and he climbs in with me, him fully clothed in contrast to my shivering, blue skin, and we sit there together, his arms around me, until I can breathe again. AT

Thus, not only am I a monster, I'm a really lousy one. A lonely, classic Five Stages of Grief following, insecure, shut-in of a pathetic beast who talks to the snakes on her head and the statues on her island.

Someone should write a book about how Alice Liddell from Wonderland falls in love with Huckleberry Finn. I might rather want to read that book.

Destinies, are like roads.
Relationships are much like destinies. Therefore, relationships are like roads.
Some roads are circular. They start at one spot and end in the same. Some roads fork and force. Their travelers to choose which way to go. Some roads go great distances. And then there are those that
end abruptly.
Who is to say that a short road is less meaningful than a long?

Without risks, we never really know if something's worth the trouble.

Authors can only allow readers to learn so much about their characters. As much as they try to build someone three dimensionally on a page, words are still limited and subject to imagination and interpretation

All the best deals are sealed with a kiss.

My heart flutters uncontrollably, all butterflies dancing in their effort to break free of my chest. Can he hear them, know just how much he means to me? More than just the base emotions rolling off of my soul, but what's hidden deep within, straight down to the molecular building blocks of what makes Chloe Lilycomb

Knowledge is the sharpest of weapons.

Our great country has seen better days. That's the honest truth if there ever was one." "Are

Where you go, I shall follow.

True love does not have limits or restrictions. True love allows a person to love deeply and unconditionally. True love does not ask you to let go of life. True love encourages you to live.

Once, just once, I wish one of my assignments took me took me to somewhere like Tahiti or Hawaii.

It's funny how you can miss someone desperately when they're standing right in front of you.

I am not a lovelorn little girl, constantly searching for her fairy story.

The truth is, yes, you were... altered for many years. But I think the worst thing you could do is pretend like it never happened. It did. Sometimes, terrible, awful things happen to people, things you can't predict or wish for differently that happen just the same. But you can't let them consume you. You can't wish it away. All you can do is pray you've learned from it, that it's made you stronger, and that you will move on. I bought this dress because it's beautiful, but also because it's you. I felt like if you wore it, embraced who you are and what you've been and done... it will help you move on.

Words so easily and yet unfortunately uttered by many, be it to express their appreciation of fried bits of potatoes to sports teams on the television. Words offered so frivolously about a variety of subjects and yet can be the most difficult, most painful, most meaningful, most cherished syllables we gift another person.

Sometimes a girl just needs a partner who will help her grow rather than explode.

I'm free falling without a parachute in sight.

Madness - that old, dear friend of mine - has come home for a visit. And I welcome its return with open arms.

It's hard to hear others when your own words overwhelm your thoughts.

It's like watching a car wreck, no pun intended. I know what's going to happen, and as much as I want to look away, I can't. It's almost as if I have to see just how ineffective I was in Karl's Hummer that day.

Lyons, Heather (2012-08-25). A Matter of Fate (Fate Series Book 1) (p. 233). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.

But even moments like these can't last forever. Because sooner rather than later, the gravity of our actions catches right back up with us and all the smiles disappear.

...No matter what kind of morning you wake up to, one needs to get dressed and face it like it's going to be the best day of your life.

We do as we're told, because there is no other course we can take, but that does not always mean that the actions we carry through are the paths we would voluntarily walk.

Sometimes," he told me, "you can have something, hold it in your hands or feel it in your bones, and still never understand the working mechanisms behind it.

I am a monster. The worst kind of monster. The kind that people have told stories about for thousands of years. The kind that daredevils like poor Walt seek out, even though many believe I'm nothing more than a myth.

I swear, somebody needs to write this down. The queen, en route to save her, well, lover, with true love's kiss, battles a giant. Perhaps we can slip it into a new volume of fairy tales. A feminist one that proves ladies can kick ass and save men just as well as men can save them.

True love is exactly what she warned us it would be: strength and fragility all at once. True love can fortify a person or it can shatter them mindlessly. We who experience it, truly feel it in the depths of our bones and the strands of each hair, often allow it to color our field of vision.

Can I borrow your phone?"
There's no hesitation.
"No." I sigh through my nose.
"Look. I totally butchered the last call. I don't want Jonah not knowing how much I love him if I go and die tonight or something."
Karl leans back against the wood paneled wall.
"Then don't die."

Lyons, Heather (2013-11-03). A Matter of Truth (Fate Series Book 3) (p. 144). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.

Love, it seems, can be drawn from a bottomless well, and for many different kinds of thirst. "I'm

Love is funny like that. Love stays with us, whether we want it or not.

too many suspicions or deeply seated feelings are scattered amongst memories better suited to watercolor paintings abandoned during rainstorms.

The world loves a good royal fairy story.

They are people who literally enter books.

~ A doorway can lead a person into new spaces, and can allow in loved ones, enemies, new acquaintances, or horrible things that we never dare dream about. They can remove us from that we've just left, or present us a firm wall of acceptance we may or may not wish to embrace.

She doesn't blame you. She knows this isn't your fault. It's not like on the day they were passing out Connections, you decided to hog two for yourself because you're a greedy bitch."

Lyons, Heather (2013-11-17). A Matter of Heart (Fate Series Book 2) (p. 320). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.

He is good and kind and honorable. He is my north star after being lost for too long.

If you focus too much on what others say about you, you lose sight of what you ought to be thinking about yourself.

Caleb does the mental equivalent of throwing his hands in the air in defeat. I ignore him.

Lyons, Heather (2013-11-17). A Matter of Heart (Fate Series Book 2) (p. 50). Cerulean Books. Kindle Edition.