Kayla Krantz Quotes

Killing is for those with a sick mind.

I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it's gone for good, I'll be none the wiser.

I've been passed from home to home to home my entire life. It's no wonder I have no clear idea of who I am. I'm a mixed creation, holding pieces of all the different witches and homes that I've come into contact with over the years.

My mistake was that I didn't kill you.

It reminded him of the truth - who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

If she opened the closet with her skeletons, they might drag her in with them.

In her crazy, upside down world, she needed someone like that. A rock that would keep her going, an anchor to keep her from drifting away. Instead, she was alone

History tended to repeat itself.
Why should her past be any different?

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

This is Hell, isn't it?"
"The closest I've ever come," Sam replied. "But don't give up yet. We might still make it out of here."
"That's the thing about Hell, once you're admitted, there is no escape.

Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should've been trained.
But she wasn't. She was regrettably human.

Your friend will pay deeply for what he's done here tonight," Chance snarled once he wiped off most of the blood. "You can tell him to run as far and as fast as he can, I'll get him. Just let him know that once this is all over, it's just gonna be you and me and a world full of corpses.

People fail to realize that horror isn't just monsters and death. Sometimes, it's learning to accept the darkness of human nature.

There was no place in her life for pretty things –if there were, it was only for them to get destroyed.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He really did do something to me, and I was too busy falling for it to realize what it was. Good job on a beautiful web, spider.
Excerpt from Rise Above Twilight

You know, without your cloak of burning rage, you almost look like a girl," he teases with a wink at me.

You pushed me down to the depths of my sorrow until I thought I wouldn't see the light of day again. You expected me to drown, didn't you? To be left there for an eternity, waiting for your hand to pull me out? What you didn't stop to realize is that I live in the shadows, thrive even. When I pull myself from the darkness, I'll be stronger for it and you'll regret leaving me for dead.

As it turned out, spite was one hell of a motivator.

The moods he's shown me have all been vastly different...as different as summer and winter, sometimes with fall between them.

I'm my own person, and in that I'm unique. Pain, anguish, those are all just part of the experience. The more you go through, the stronger you become.

On a whim, I told Mom once about seeing the world as a series of grays, and she told me I was depressed. This didn't feel like that. This emptiness was different.

You don't have to look at me like that."
He frowned, scrunching his nose as if she had said something particularly unpleasant. "Like what?"
"Like I'm made of glass, and you're deciding where to put me that'll damage me the least.

No matter what, the day didn't feel like Christmas to her.

She remembered years ago, when she had been just a little kid, and the word had been enough to make her happy. Nothing stirred in her now. Her childhood felt like it had been in another life. As she sat alone in her room with tears drying to her face, she resolved that no matter what the calendar said, it wasn't Christmas.

If it was, she'd feel happy, not depressed.

I've always preferred moths to butterflies. They aren't flashy or cocky; they mind their own business and just try to blend in with their surroundings and live their lives. They don't want to be seen, and that's something I can relate to.

No matter what you think of me, I'm part of your thoughts. Even if you hate me, I'll live in your mind forever.

You can blackmail me into going on dates with you and you can have your friends kidnap me, but you can't tell me why you do it?" she asked him in disbelief.
"Look, you'll find out eventually and you won't like it, I know. I try hard to get you to feel something towards me so that when you find out, you won't fight me," he whispered in her ear.

Things around here function on lies because if people knew the truth, it wouldn't work.

I don't want to be a kitten anymore. Give me my honorary claws so I can become a lion.

Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me, so I'll just say I've been through Hell and back. I am under no obligation to be sweet to you or anyone.

He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

A tingling in her spine warned her the path that lay ahead was dangerous, but her curiosity placated her, driving her onward against her instincts.

She wouldn't even get the chance to say a proper goodbye. If he died before she returned, her last memory of him would be this one.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that's injured...even if it is just his pride.

There are things in this life that you must face alone. Birth is one of them-death is another.

He's evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death.

One person should never decide what happens to the majority.

If you always depend on others then you'll never succeed. It's best to learn that lesson now.

she's offering me more cryptic phrases with a depth to them that even the top-ranked philosophers would have a difficult time decoding.

It's one thing to be bitter about the circumstances of your birth, but another to drill your bitterness into the head of someone going through a rough time.

No use in fearing the monsters under your bed when you've become them.

The way I see it, you can live your life as is, continuing to feel like an underdog, or you can step up. Be someone who matters, and make a change.

She would have to work alone, and she was fine with that.

There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.