Sarah Fine Quotes

Malachi sighed as he gazed at me. Even from that distance, the heat of his expression blew several circuits in my mind. "Because of the way she looked at me. She should have looked at me with fear. I did some pretty scary things. Most people would agree I am a scary person."

I stared at him, amazed as he echoed my own words so flawlessly.

"But that's not how she looked at me. She looked at me as if she saw something else inside me - something wonderful, something worth knowing - and she was the only person who could make it come out. She taught me things. She gave me things. Amazing things. A vision of myself - different from what I had been, better, but still me. I don't think she really recognized how she was bringing me to life. It came so naturally to her."

"I don't know if I did the same for her," he said quietly. "Since we're here right now, my guess would be that I didn't. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't change how I feel. I love her, and I would do anything for her.

Work fast and don't die," Ana summed up. "Generally good advice.

There was a certain beauty in the chaos, a certain order in the mess.

Allowing someone to be who they really are, on their terms, instead of expecting them to be who you wish they were - that's always a choice.

You're the scientist. I think you've got plenty of hard evidence that I don't find you repulsive at all.

So I choose to believe that we are not given more because we have to find the rest inside ourselves.

He thought I was strong, but he was willing to lay down his life to protect me. He thought I was beautiful, but he treated me as a precious gift instead of something to take for his own pleasure. He thought I was worth something, and he was worth everything to me. This man had endured lifetimes of suffering, but he could still love, and give, and dream of his future. He was a leader who would sacrifice himself for the weak, who used all his gifts - his intelligence, his cunning, his strength - to protect others. It was a privilege to love him, even to have a shot at giving him the things he needed.

People who like you only for what you can give them are rarely steadfast friends, and not often worth what you sacrifice to keep them.

I said those final words against his lips and swallowed the rest as he kissed me. My mind went blissfully blank as his mouth moved with mine. No pain, no more fear. Just him. Just him and me and an open Countryside, heaven, and all the time in the world.

We cannot own each other, Bo. We can only offer what is ours to give.

She didn't know which hurt more – the ice or the fire.

Is it safe out here?" I whisper.
"Mmm?"
"The animals? Bears? Wolves?"
Oskar laughs. "Well, I've already claimed you, so the other predators are out of luck.

Most people here can't see it, even when they're right next to the wall. They're so absorbed in their own sadness that they cant' see past the darkness. But you can. You belong out there.

Oskar's lips are only a few inches away. "But I'm not scared of you."
The corner of his mouth curves up, and then he brushes his lips over mine. They're cool and soft and it's over way too soon. We stare at each other. "Can I do that again?" he whispers ...

I'm not sure how to pin this feeling down. It's as elusive as the numbness that swirls inside my body. Every day, as the hours creep past, I find myself getting jittery, waiting for the sight of Oskar's tall figure striding into the cavern. And when he does, I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face - especially because his eyes search for me, and when they find me, he smiles right back. That in and of itself is magical ...

Protecting the future is more important than righting the wrongs of the past.

And in the meantime, I have to save the world and be home by ten.

The chauffeur drove them home from the hospital, maneuvering the amphibious limousine smoothly through the waist-deep canals in the Back Bay neighborhood. When he pulled to a stop and popped the roof hatch, the oppressive heat stung Cacy's tear-streaked face. The driver held out a hand to lift her onto the dock. She ignored it and scrambled out by herself, her sundress fanning out around her skinny, bruised legs. Her father, elegant and lean in his miraculously unwrinkled three-piece, climbed out after her.

Can't you do something?" I ask Kauko, forcing myself not to scream. "Help her restore the balance!"
He shakes his head, his fleshy lips pressed together. "It's too late, my Saadella. And too much for a humble priest. Only a Valtia could do such a thing."
What I need to be to save her, she must die for me to become.

I promise you, I swear, I will make sure Heaven is my future as well. I will find you again.

I rolled my eyes. Of course. Whatever you wanted to see, but you couldn't see it very well, there were lots of commercials, and it never quite hit the spot. Television in hell

A faint rattling pulled me from sleep, which was a relief because I'd been caught in yet another nightmare. After what Rick, my now-former foster father, had done to me, one would think he'd be the one haunting my dreams. And he had something to do with it - he'd revived me the night I tried to kill myself. In the moments before he had, I was certain I'd been standing at the gates of hell, about to be sucked in. Unfortunately, when Rick revived me, I'd brought a piece of hell back with me. That was what I dreamed about. Every night. A dark, walled city. Wandering, lost, trapped. A voice whispering to me, You're perfect. Come back.
Stay.

I need you. I need you safe and well and whole. I need you to be okay, because that's the only thing that will keep me from going crazy right now. And I need you to let me look at your hand.

No one is good all the time.

We were barely moving, barely swaying, but under my skin, there were earthquakes, tidal waves. Solar flairs.

You could be either their most powerful asset―or their worst enemy.

Then what is this bullshit about it being your choice alone? 'No' is your choice, Galena. But it takes both of us to get to 'yes.

In the last year I have come to understand the traitorous nature of skin. We cannot live without this barrier between our beating hearts and the outside world, yet it is the most fragile of things, as well as the most deceptive.

I've watched you shoulder your responsibilities, as I've felt you grow stronger with every fight, as I've seen how all these things hurt you and yet somehow cannot defeat you, I've only fallen deeper.

Were you in the military?"
"Are you kidding me? I was in high school."
"High school," he said quietly. "You're American. And a civilian?"
"Uh, yes. An American civilian."
"Lovely. A straight answer. Keep it up. Did somebody train you?"
"No, nobody trained me. Unless you count the Rhode Island child welfare and juvenile justice systems. Why?"
Malachi held up his hand and ticked off the reasons with his fingers. "You stole a Guard's weapon. If I'm not mistaken, it belonged to a Gate Guard. Which means you managed to do it on your way into the city. You escaped Amid even after he had you in hand. You slashed his leg in just the right place, preventing him from chasing you. Under extreme duress, injured and cornered, you threw a knife and hit a target-"
"It's not like I hit something vital.

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I close my eyes and dream, because wishes are out of my reach. They require hope. Dreams do not; they are fueled by the unreal, the forbidden, the things that will not ever exist in this world.

He absently stroked my hair, winding it around his fingers, smoothing it against my back. I relaxed into him, and he laid his cheek on top of my head. It felt good. Better than good. Normal. Safe. Clean and right and whole ... and not at all what I expected when I decided to come to hell.

Am I corrupted by my hungry curiosity, as Aleksi says?

I wanted the chance to give him something, to give him the best of me, as pathetic as it was, damaged and broken, warped at the edges, hardly worth having. I decided that if I had the chance, if he asked, if he needed, it was his.

I came into this without expectations. Only hope. I'll take whatever parts of you you're willing to give.

I dreamed of you, even before I knew you were real. In all my years of wishing, I wished for you. The moment I saw you, I felt it. My whole world shifted. My whole existence grew brighter.

Some people can't keep fighting. Some people want to escape. Some people are not ready - are not able - to find a way to deal with what's in front of them. Sometimes there's no one to help them. Sometimes they don't know how to ask for help. Sometimes it feels like there's no choice but to end it. No other way out. And sometimes it's impossible to see past that.

As long as you think like that, you'll be as brainless and helpless as the actual cuff of Astia. Use your will, Elli, for surely you have one. How else did you survive the torture that nearly killed you? How else did you make it to the woods? How else are you right here, after weeks of winter spent living in a cave, for stars' sake, looking stronger and healthier than I ever expected? No will, my arse.

I'm only a shadow compared to her. When we find her, I'll be her Astia. Together, we'll be perfect balance and infinite power. Together, we'll save the Kupari.

Our lives aren't ours, darling," she murmured. "We are only the caretakers of this magic. We don't use it to protect ourselves - we use it only to protect the Kupari. They call us queens, but what we really are is servants.

Don't confuse what you want and what you need.

She looked at me as if she saw something else inside of me - something wonderful, something worth knowing - and she was the only person who could make it come out. She taught me things. She gave me things. Amazing things. A vision of myself, different from what I had been. Better, but still me, you know?

You said you needed to see me again, too.'
'Did it help?'
'More than you'll ever know.'
I tightened my arm around his waist, wanting nothing more from the moment than what it was.
That simple moment, touching him, feeling him breathe, his hand stroking my hair - it was all I could have hoped for, all I could have wanted. I was filled up with it, this warm, buzzing feeling in my chest, and it was completely satisfying.
I wondered if it might be what I needed after all.

We did not speak, but we did communicate. She shows me her pain with her fists and knees and elbows. I show her mine the same way. It was the most honest conversation we have had in a very long time. Both of us came away bleeding, and I wanted more of it. I wanted to taste her sweat and have her beneath me. I wanted her to scrape my skin with her fingernails. I wanted to feel her teeth in my flesh. I wanted her to punish me for loving her. I wanted her to beat it out of me. But even she is not strong enough for that.

The human capacity for self-delusion is limitless