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It's hard to focus on the future when the past is so distracting.
Are you absolutely certain this is safe?" Matthew Galloway asked, peering suspiciously out over the lake.
Maybe if you discover the murderer you'll be a hero. At the minute I'm not entirely certain you're anything more than a one-inch newspaper article."
"Treachery! I'm sure we've earnt at least two inches of text.
I just want someone who holds on. Someone who won't ever let me go, whatever tries to tear us apart. Is that too much to ask?
Pick your battles," she muttered in her ear.
"I am! I'm picking this one! I'm picking all of them!
I think about the legacy we're leaving behind all the time: pollution and plastic and buildings and everything else. As one of the last humans, my choices and decisions are imbued with the full weight of the billions of lives that came before me. It feels like my ancestors are watching me, waiting to see how I ensure their legacy, how I remember them.
I'm getting this all wrong. Clove, I'm sorry," her dad – Tom - said. "Let me explain properly." He faltered. Jen patted his hand again.
"Maybe it's best if I just come right out with it. What do you know about Matthew Galloway and Katherine Finchley?
I've got the half-real fear that creeps up on you in the middle of the night, making you think that there is a monster in your room.
I can remember thinking I'd been turned inside out. Kind of like the first time I saw you.
I love you. In every life, I love you. I love you so much.
Matthew hereby declares that Katherine Galloway is retroactively responsible for all embarrassing and painful incidents that have occurred in his life to date. Including, but not limited to, that time he broke his own nose with a tennis racket in eighth grade. KATHERINE'S FAULT.
There's no finish line you need to cross to have lived a worthy life, Lowrie. You don't need to achieve anything if you don't want to.
KitKat 13:18:45: Who would your ideal prince be? Your childhood friend, Prince Charming, or a strong warrior?
Gallows Humor 13:19:10: I don't want to know which Disney Princess I am. I've told you before, stop doing online quizzes. Leave it.
Gallows Humor 13:22:19: He would love me for myself.
KitKat 13:22:57: Tell me about your dress.
I've been a bad influence on you, Mr. Galloway. Less of the sarcasm, young man. Cynicism doesn't suit you," she said.
"I hardly think sarcasm is the worst thing you've brought into my life," he muttered.
Not exactly hard, is it?"
"That's what she said," Kate interjected.
Matt shook his head. "And this is where I chose to lay my affections," he muttered, like it was just the latest in a series of bad life choices he'd made.
You think you are a lot funnier than you are, you know," he replied, not looking away from the cannon.
"I am extremely amusing! I don't think you are listening properly.
No species has ever survived by trying to cling to what's gone. You can't exist if you're trying to get back to an environment or culture or climate that's changed. You have to adapt if you want to keep going.
…Maybe that's what matters. Maybe that's what being "alive" is. It's not some trick. There's no magic chemical that gives something a soul. It's about being loved and loving in return.
Kate was reading through a long diary entry about the first time Katherine
and Matthew had met. Katherine had apparently fallen deeply in lust on the very spot. The entry used the words "delectable,""buttocks," and "I want to bite them.
He never saw either of them again. Just as well. His impressive skills meant the authorities would never find the bodies. Bitter and twisted? Yeah, a little. . . or a lot depending on whose side of the fence you were standing on. At
Another ship. It's the best news I could ever have imagined.
Who are they going to send? Who's coming?
I stare out of the helm window, straining my eyes against the infinite blackness, pressing my fingernails into my palms so hard they sting. I can't see anything except the silver pinprick stars.
How long until I'll be able to see The Eternity?
How long until it will be able to see me?
How may times can you lose the one you love?
But who cares if my name goes down in history, if no one remembers who I really am?
Our secrets aren't really so secret, if you know where to look.