Jeyn Roberts Quotes

The bodies we wear," he said. "They're not the ones we always want. They get damaged. Used. It's who we are on the inside that counts. The person waiting to jump free.

You make them sound human."
"Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human."
She couldn't argue with that.

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We all want to make our mark in life, right? It doesn't have to be big. Sometimes we just want people to remember we were here.

She is a song written for someone else.

You don't strike me as the princess type."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
Daniel Smiled. "It means that I'd still go out of my way to rescue you, but you'd probably smack me across the head and try to slay the dragon yourself.

They knew this - survival came at a price. Over the past few weeks they'd all survived a Bagger attack. Or two. Or three. They knew the consequences. Not everyone got out alive. They'd seen loved ones die. Even worse, some had watched the people they cared about turn on them. But as long as they stuck together in a group, they were still human. As long as they were human they were still alive.

He just wanted to stop thinking. It was easier that way. The numbness hadn't left him; if anything it was spreading. When he looked at the pictures, there was no emotion, even though he knew there should be. He should be sad.
But he wasn't.
He felt nothing.
The drinking didn't help.
Somewhere in the darkest recess of his brain, a button was pushed. Everything he cared about simply vanished. He'd malfunctioned.

Some things you can't take back. Some things take you farther into the darkness.

The ocean would be nothing but salt water without her by his side.

Just remember that certain things you see, you can't take them back. And no amount of wishing will make them go away.

People always looked beautiful when they slept, vulnerable and innocent.

There are different types of people in the world. There are people who accept what's in front of them unquestioningly. The live in the dark. In defeat. Ignoring what the future might bring or how they might help to make things happen. Then there are people like me. Optimists. They too live in the dark, in times like these, but dream of the light. I trust in the possibilities of betterness. I believe there is more to life than this. I have to. There's no other choices for me.

There must be a way to fight this. To block out the black thoughts and make the voices go away. But with each memory fading, their hold on me strengthens. Soon the person I was, still am, will be gone. I'll be hollow.

The stranger smiled at her. "Humanity has found a cure to a disease they never new existed.

When there was nothing left inside, he laid his head down on the carpet and stared at the wooden railing. He was even emptier than before. How was it possible that hollowness could dig so deep?

We've been around for a long time, Mr. Dowell. Longer than you or any of your stupid little friends could ever conceive. Sleeping in the shadows and waiting for the right moment. A disease you might call us. A plague. Evil. From beneath the ground, it rises as it has done many times in the past.

Doesn't matter what you believe in. Do you think things will stop or change because you've forgotten what the bogeyman looks like? Maybe that's what pissed it off, so to speak. It doesn't like being forgotten. So it decided to shake things up a little.

We forget how truly fragile we are.
Skin. We do so much to it. Burn it. Tattoo it. Rub chemical into its surface. Sometimes we scrape it, pierce it, poke holes through its softness.
Skin holds us together. IT keeps the blood inside. Without it, we die.

There are so many empty people walking around on this little planet. Lonely people. Angry people. Bitter. Forgotten.

What lies beneath has pushed its way to the surface once again. Time to get away while there is still air left in our lungs.

There are three sides to every story.
Yours
Mine.
What really happened: the truth.