Sophie Foster Quotes

And it all started with a field trip, a giant dinosaur model, and an especially noticeable pair of teal eyes. ~ Shannon Messenger

They weren't friends. And they weren't actually sisters.
They were just two different girls from two different worlds. ~ Shannon Messenger

I'll always remember that's you found me and brought me to the Lost Cities and showed me where I really belong. And that you came when I called for help and saved me from fading away. And you left everything behind to go with me when I joined the Black Swan. Need me to keep going? Because I can."

His smile was a beautiful thing.

But it didn't last. ~ Shannon Messenger

...if you lose, you'll have to wear a metal diaper to school and call me Lord Hunkyhair from now on."

"Uh... yeah, no," Fitz said as Biana asked, "Hunkyhair?"

"Lord Hunkyhair," Keefe corrected. "What? It's accurate." He tossed his head like he was in a shampoo commercial. "I think we need to make it a thing either way- don't you, Foster?"

"I think you're ridiculous," Sophie told him. ~ Shannon Messenger

She'd spent forever trying to find him something personal, settling on a miniature Albertosaurus covered in deep violet feathers. She knew it was silly, but it reminded her of the day they met, and in the card she thanked him for showing her what dinosaurs really looked like. ~ Shannon Messenger

It's amazing he made it through without me bashing his pretty face."

"Aw, did you hear that? Ro thinks I'm pretty! I mean- I usually go for more of a roguish handsome, but..." He tosses his hair and fluttered his eyelashes.

Sophie's lips curled into a smile-without her permission. ~ Shannon Messenger

She studied the relaxed lines of his features. The soft flutter of his long, dark eyelashes. The adorable way his arms cradled Mrs. Snuggles against his bandaged chest.

I don't know what to do.

She hadn't meant to transmit the words, but... it felt good to say them. And it was like like he could hear her. He hadn't even flinched. His breathing hadn't changed rhythm.

So she told him, I really wish you were awake.

He let out a snuffly snore, which gave her the courage to ask, What if I just want you to wake up because I'm tired of fighting the echoes all by myself?

That wasn't the right question, though.

What if I want you to wake up because I miss you?

She'd been trying to stay busy, trying not to look at the beautiful boy sleeping over in the corner.

She hated having him so close and still so far away.

And when she turned to Fitz, his eyes were more than fluttering.

One blink.

Two.

Three.

And then... they stayed open. ~ Shannon Messenger

The teasing tone faded from his voice, replaced with something that made Sophie very aware of how close they were standing. ~ Shannon Messenger

Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz? ~ Shannon Messenger

Amy hugged her tighter. "Does that mean I can keep you?"
"Only if I can keep you. ~ Shannon Messenger

She was amazed Silveny had even let them get close enough to attach the reins. Clearly she needed to teach the glittering horse how to recognize pure evil. ~ Shannon Messenger

The Fitzphie pizzazz, Sophie repeated, There's no such thing.
Not what that attitude, there isn't! Keefe told her. ~ Shannon Messenger

Keefe, I...'

There were no words.

She threw her arms around his shoulders, hugging him as tight as she could. Maybe if she never let go, she could hold the broken pieces together. ~ Shannon Messenger

We could dig into some of the small stuff we hold back."

"Like what?"

He started his hands, twisting the Cognate rings round and round before he transmitted, like all the stuff you tell Keefe and don't tell me. ~ Shannon Messenger

Okay," she agreed. If he refused to be serious, then so would she. "Fine, Im an elf. Am I suppose to help Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle-Earth? Or do I have to make toys in the North Pole? ~ Shannon Messenger

She'd been kidnapped right after - and then her abilities had broken, and Alden's sanity collapsed, and Silveny was attacked, and Kenric was murdered, and the Council turned against her, and she was banished along with all of her friends, and the gnomish plague was unleashed, and Keefe ran off, and Lumenaria fell, and so many other devastating and distracting things had happened that Sophie had never stopped to wonder . . . ~ Shannon Messenger

All he said was, "I believe in you, Sophie Foster," as he raised his pathfinder up to the silvery glow of the moonlight.
And Sandor added, "We all do. ~ Shannon Messenger

Sophie sighed. "You don't have to do this."

"If you're talking about being adorable, I really can't help myself."

He said it with a wink and a smirk-which wasn't playing fair. But she managed to stop her lips from curling into a smile. ~ Shannon Messenger

Relax, Foster," Keefe said, squeezing her good hand and lacing their fingers together.

"You okay there?" he whispered.

She nodded, not quite ready to use her voice.

Not ready to let go of his hand, either. ~ Shannon Messenger

She'd expected him to hand her the open vile, but he scooted even closer and press the glass against her– something Elwin had done for her dozens and dozens of times.

But it was a very different experience with Fitz.

Especially when his finger accidentally grazed the edge of her lips. Not that he seem to notice.

He didn't blush the tiniest bit- which was extra annoying, said she was certain in her cheeks for me on red. ~ Shannon Messenger

Why would she pick tunics you don't like?"

"Because they had to ruin them," she said, running her hand over her bare shoulder.

Fitz cleared his throat. "I... wouldn't call that ruined."

He didn't say what he would call it, though, and it made her with her Polyglot ability worked for translating Cute Boy so she could figure out if that was suppose to be a compliment.

It kinda felt like one. ~ Shannon Messenger

Keefe smirked. "If I'm right, you have to call me Lord Hunkyhair from now on."

Sophie shook her head. "You guys are terrible."

"That's why you love us!" Keefe draped his arm around her shoulders. ~ Shannon Messenger

I don't want another bodyguard. I want you. ~ Shannon Messenger

Sophie Foster was going home. ~ Shannon Messenger

Fitz's eyes never left Sophie's as he let Biana lead them for forward, offering one last smile before he left.

It was only a half a smile.

But she knew it was just for her. ~ Shannon Messenger

Keefe's right," Elwin said, making them both jump. "You two do stare into each other's eyes a lot."

"It's how we concentrate," Sophie argued, becoming very interested in smoothing her disaster of a ponytail.

"i'm sure that's what it is," he teased. ~ Shannon Messenger

What I'm trying to realize is that it's okay to be different. If everyone were the same, we'd all make the same mistakes. Instead we all face our own things, and that's not so bad because we have people who care about us to help us through. You have that, Keefe. We're all here for you. No matter what." -Sophie Foster ~ Shannon Messenger

We have too many villains," Sophie said through a sigh.

Keefe snorted. "You're not wrong. ~ Shannon Messenger

Why else would you spend so much time helping Miss Fosters causes?"

"Uh... you've seen how cute she is, right?" Keefe asked. ~ Shannon Messenger

Hang on – what are you wearing?" Keefe asked as she threw back her covers, revealing the sparkly slogans on her tunic. "Is that a Bangs Boy reference? Because you know I haven't let him into the Foster Fan Club, right?"

Sophie rolled her eyes. "It's an inside joke – and Linh made this for me."

"Yeah, well, it still breaks the fan club rules. As penance, I'm giving you a tunic that says, 'Empaths Give Me All the Feels," and I expect to see you wear it twice as much as Bang Boys. ~ Shannon Messenger

The more she thought about it, the more she realised both sides had lost an important alternate perspective. And maybe that was what she'd been created for.
A girl from both worlds, who'd seen the follies and triumphs of each side.
And her job was to shake things up and do something new. ~ Shannon Messenger

Keefe was going to slay her over this ~ Shannon Messenger

Sophie froze.
"My name's Fitz," he added, stepping closer still.
Fitz? What kind of name was Fitz? ~ Shannon Messenger

She stretched, feeling her spine pop in several places. She curled her legs to the side and opened her eyes-to find Fitz staring at her with his eyebrows practically launching off his forehead. ~ Shannon Messenger

I guess that makes sense. And by the way - your friends?" Amy glanced over her shoulder to take another peek at them. "Are they in a contest to see who can be the most gorgeous or something?"
Sophie had to laugh. "They might be."
"It's ridiculous," Amy told her. "Especially Fitz's family. I mean, seriously, who looks like that?"
"Only the Vackers," Sophie assured her. ~ Shannon Messenger

You okay?" Keefe asked, flicking a strand of her blonde hair to get her attention. "And before you answer, remember: You're talking to an Empath. Plus, you've already pulled put two eyelashes since we got here, and I can tell you're dying to go for a third."

She was. ~ Shannon Messenger

He turned away and his hands grabbed something. A tiny purple Albertosaurus, and the note she'd given him with it. If she could've felt her chest, her heart would've skipped a beat. ~ Shannon Messenger

What?" Sophie asked, wiping under her lashes when she noticed Keefe staring. "Did I smudge it?"

"No, Foster. You look... perfect. ~ Shannon Messenger

Keefe marched through the doors to the Healing Center and declared, "Wow, it's like walking into a cloud of sulk in here."

He fanned the air away from his face as he made his way over. "I mean, I figured you be feeling a little lost about your Cognate buddy, but trust me: Fitzy isn't worth this much angst."

"I'm not pouting about Fitz, "Sophie informed him.

"Ah, so you admit you are pouting? "He countered, plopping on to the side of her cot with enough oomph to make the mattress bounce. ~ Shannon Messenger

Hindsight is a dangerous game. ~ Shannon Messenger

Do you have any fathomlethes around here?"

"I hope you're not talking about the weird river-pearl thing you took in Alluveterre that made you cover your walls in scraps of paper like a serial killer," Sophie told him.

"Oh I am- I know you're not going to like it, Foster. But I remembered a ton of stuff last time. So how about I promise to let you help me sort through the notes again? Remember that? Such a classic Keephie moment! ~ Shannon Messenger

Team Foster-Keefe will always be cooler. ~ Shannon Messenger

The drug lulled her toward a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back - clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the thick, inky haze. A pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes.
Fitz's eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever. ~ Shannon Messenger

What I was still out of it, I heard your voice in my head- I think it's why I woke up."

Her face tried its best to burst into flames. "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be," he interrupted. "I'm glad I'm awake."

"So am I," she admitted. "But... you have to be super careful, okay?"

"I will if you will," he made her promise.

He waited for her to meet his eyes, and when she did, he gave her the sweetest smile she'd ever seen.

"By the way," he murmured, pressing Mr. Snuggles against his heart. "I missed you too. ~ Shannon Messenger

I'll go out of my to make their job impossible."

"No, you won't," Sandor told her. "Youre much too smart to resort to such reckless behavior."

Sophie's eyebrows shot up. "You sure about that? You've seen how much time I spend with Keefe. ~ Shannon Messenger

I wish I could give you a world where everything was perfect and shining and safe. I used to think that's what we had ... " He shook his head. "I've realized now that our world doesn't define us. We define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can."
"You realize how silly that sounds, right?"
"I do. But after everything that's happened, I think we could all use a bit more silly in our lives. ~ Shannon Messenger

Any idea what the pattern is?" Dex asked
"I'm not sure." Something felt familiar, a shadow of an idea, not formed enough to make sense. She poured through her memories, scrounging for the clue she was missing. The pieces clicked. "Elementine."
"What's the pattern?"
"I don't know, but I know Elementine is right. ~ Shannon Messenger

But before he left, he asked, "Still best friends, right?"
A soft smile curled her lips, and her heart pull back into its place.
"Forever. ~ Shannon Messenger

Fitz yawned, and she patted Mr. Snuggles on the head as she stood to leave. He mumbled something, the words too sleepy to be coherent. But Sophie could've sworn he'd said, Miss you. ~ Shannon Messenger

Yeah, what time should we arrive to catch the Great Fitzphie Ooze Fest?" Keefe asked.

"We're not calling it that," Sophie told him.

"Oh, I think we are. And don't worry, Foster," Keefe added, patting her on the head. "I'll still love you when you're oozy. ~ Shannon Messenger

She was a girl with strange abilities and a different way of looking at the world. What she decided to do with these things was up to her. ~ Shannon Messenger

We wanted her to see that the shadows that scared her could be beau,titular and powerful when we learn how to control them," Edaline added.
Taking control.
It sounded so simple.
And so impossible. ~ Shannon Messenger

Fitz laughed. You really are adorable when you worry. ~ Shannon Messenger

I was already planning to have us start with telekinesis, since that's what got Foster all swoons about my skills in the first place."

"I didn't get swoons," Sophie felt the need to point out.

"Keep telling yourself that, Foster. Keeeeeeeeeep telling yourself that. ~ Shannon Messenger

Well, if you like honestly," Ro said, following him over to Keefe, "it stinks here, too. Everything smells like..."
"Fresh air?" Sophie guessed.
"Awww, my girl keeps getting snarkier and snarkier," Keefe said proudly.
"I'm not your girl," Sophie snapped back. "And don't think I'm done being mad at you! ~ Shannon Messenger

By the way, you look awesome," Biana said, admiring Sophie's dress. "Now I'm wishing I braided my hair or something."

"Oh please, you look amazing," Sophi assured her. "Like always. ~ Shannon Messenger

Are you kidding?" Sophie and Fitz asked, once again in perfect unison.

Elwin chuckled. "I'm sure if Keefe were here, he'd have a lot to say about how in sync you two are getting."

"Just more proof that Fitzphie's the best," Fitz told him, with a wink that shouldn't have made Sophie's heart flutter. But hearts could be foolish things. ~ Shannon Messenger

Wow, it's really crowded in here. And really ... furry. ~ Shannon Messenger

Fitz's door was closed, so she knocked before going in.
"I told you, Mr. Snuggles's visiting hours are over," he called through the door.
"What about your visiting hours?" she asked.
"Oh! I thought you were Keefe."
Sophie opened the door. "I get that a lot. ~ Shannon Messenger

Tam's shadow fell over hers, and he shadow-whispered, "I'm trusting you. I don't care about me, but if something happens to Linh ... "
'I promise, we're only trying to help,' Sophie transmitted.
Keefe let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. "And I thought secret Telepath conversations were the worst. Just so we're clear," he told Tam. "I'M the president of the Foster fan club. And we're closed to new members."
Tam's cheeks flushed. "Uh ... not sure what that's about but ... no worries there
no offense!" he told Sophie.
She noticed he stole a quick glance at Biana after he said it.
Sophie couldn't decide if she should feel relieved or insulted. ~ Shannon Messenger

Sophie stomach growled, and she gave herself three seconds to imagine it-to picture what it would be like to creep through the shimmering halls when they were empty and quiet and dark and see all the hidden places Keefe had discovered.

But...

"Don't you go shaking that adorable little head at me, Foster," Keefe said before she could get a word out. ~ Shannon Messenger

So," she mumbled, not sure how to finish that sentence – or what to do with her arms. Or where to stand.

It all felt awkward and weird and wrong-until fits dropped his crutches and gently pulled her into a hug.

"I don't want to go," he whispered.

"I don't want you to either," she admitted, hoping her hushed tone hit the thickness of her voice.

She told herself not to pull him tighter so he wouldn't feel how hard her heart was pounding. But she couldn't help leaning closer when she realized his pulse felt just as crazy as hers.

She didn't know what that meant.

But it felt like something. ~ Shannon Messenger

Sophie smiled. "Yeah, I think you whined the entire way."
"We all have our gifts. And speaking of whining - "
"No whining in the happy place! Seriously, Keefe, try to concentrate. ~ Shannon Messenger

I don't want to feel this Sophie. Like I've led you on, or like I can't be with anyone else. "
"Lucien, you said yourself that you don't want to be with anyone else!"
"Yes, and you have no idea how much that fucks me off. Don't you get it, Sophie? I don't want these feelings, or these cravings." He splayed his hand on his chest. "It's not who I am. ~ Kitty French

Well, I've gone through enough therapy to understand that it's not our fault. Our parents made their decisions. We just tagged along for the ride, and sometimes the ride crashed and threw us into another lane. ~ Melissa Foster

Feral hamsters are not pets. They mean business. ~ David Foster Wallace

If one is devoid of hope and thanksgiving, he cannot for long remain sinless, for he will, in despair, have slackened his resolve. Feelings of futility foster vulnerability. Self-pity is such a busy stagehand, rearranging the scenery to help sin make its entrance. No wonder the prophets say that without faith in the Lord, there is no hope. ~ Neal A. Maxwell

This is apparently a little promotional ¶ where we're supposed to explain "how and why we came to" the subject of our GD series book (the stuff in quotations is the editor's words). The overall idea is to humanize the series and make the books and their subjects seem warmer and more accessible. So that people will be more apt to buy the books. I'm pretty sure this is how it works. The obvious objection to such promotional ¶s is that, if the books are any good at all, then the writers' interest and investment in their subjects will be so resoundingly obvious in the texts themselves that these little pseudo-intimate Why I Cared Enough About Transfinite Math and Where It Came From to Spend a Year Writing a Book About It blurblets are unnecessary; whereas, if the books aren't any good, it's hard to see how my telling somebody that as a child I used to cook up what amounted to simplistic versions of Zeno's Dichotomy and ruminate on them until I literally made myself sick, or that I once almost flunked a basic calc course and have seethed with dislike for conventional higher-math education ever since, or that the ontology and grammar of abstractions have always struck me as one of the most breathtaking problems in human consciousness - how any such stuff will help. The logic of this objection seems airtight to me. In fact, the only way the objection doesn't apply is if these ¶s are really nothing more than disguised ad copy, in which case I don't see why anyone reading them should ~ David Foster Wallace

I think Amy Sherman-Palladino has a very specific voice; it's unlike anyone else on television. ~ Sutton Foster

We're all human, we should be respectful of others, and tolerant with each other. This matters more than whether we eat the same food or speak the same language. The skin colour does not make us different. It's easier to be with people that are different to you but have the same values than to be with people who appear similar to you but have different values." Sophie ~ Angela Nicoara

You stink of humanity,' he murmured, 'but I'll love you just the same. ~ Alan Dean Foster

Why? As much fun as a hospital sounds, I'd rather spend the evening dancing with an amazing, smart, funny, interesting, beautiful girl who has the most incredible green eyes I've ever seen. Sophie, will you go to the dance with me? ~ Leslea Wahl

The chief end of science is to make things clear, the educative aim is to foster the inquisitive spirit. ~ J. Arthur Thomson

I'm surprised you don't have any tattoos. I thought that was part of the artist uniform."
"Who says I should be that much of a cliché? I'm naturally a masterpiece. ~ Renee Ericson

And what happens when I finally decide to let him in, and he tells me that he doesn't feel the spark that I feel?"
"Then you Taser him and ask him again when he wakes up." She laughed. ~ Sophie Monroe

There are moments in life that the white-chocolate Magnum ice cream was invented for, and this is one of them. ~ Sophie Kinsella

I - I don't drink," said Shina.

The Captain clicked her tongue. "Well, I don't know your life," she said, "but that might be part of your greater overall problem. ~ Emily Foster

It's everything and nothing ... It's like the absent moment between night and day. ~ Sophie Hardcastle

To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival. ~ Wendell Berry

It's hard to feel comfortable in your own skin when you're younger. ~ Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Miss me?" she asks with her usual wryness, tossing her backpack on the floor and dropping down on the bed beside me like she comes over all the time. "I feel like a rebel just knowing you. Everyone keeps asking me if you really lit Brooklyn on fire."
I arch a brow. "On fire?"
Catherine pumps up a pillow beneath her head. "The actual event has gotten a bit exaggerated." Her lips twitch. "Maybe I had something to do with that."
"Nice. Thanks."
"No problem."
"So I guess I'm pretty much done for at school." For the first time, it matters to me. If I'm to stay here and make a go of it, it wouldn't hurt to have a few friends. To not be a social outcast. Especially since it seems pretty important for Tamra's success at school, too.
"Are you kidding? You're a hero." Her lips twist with a smile. "I think you've got a shot at homecoming queen next fall."
I give a short laugh, and then her words sink. Next fall. Might I be here then? With Will? It's almost too sweet to believe.
"So," Catherine beings, picking at the loose paper edging my spiral. "Rutledge was absent today."
"Yeah?" I try for nonchalance.
"Yeah." She stretches the word, her blue-green eyes cutting meaningfully into mine. "And his cousins were around, so he's not off somewhere with them. I wonder..." She cocks her head, her long, choppy bangs, sliding low across her forehead. "Wherever could he have been?"
I shrug and pick at the flaking tip of my pencil.
She con ~ Sophie Jordan

I travel continuously, and I see many cities, but there is nowhere like London. ~ Norman Foster

I enjoy listening to classical music and heavy metal. I play basketball and try to go diving at least once a year. I don't really have hobbies in the traditional sense ... I engage in too many activities already through the actions of my characters. ~ Alan Dean Foster

Leonard is far and away my least favorite relative, and I have no clue why I call him one night, collect, very late, and give him an involved and scrupulously fair edition of the whole story. We end up arguing. Leonard maintains that I am just like our mother and suffer from an unhappy and basically silly desire to be perfect; I sat that this has nothing constructive to do with anything I've said, and furthermore I fail to see what's so bad about wishing to be perfect, since being perfect would be...well, perfect. Leonard invites me to think about how boring it would be to be perfect. I defer to Leonard's extensive and hard-earned knowledge about being boring, but do point out that since being boring is an imperfection, it would by definition be impossible for a perfect person to be boring. Leonard says I've always enjoyed playing games with words in order to dodge the real meanings of things; this segues with suspicious neatness into my intuitions about the impending death of lexical utterance, and I'm afraid I indulge myself for several minutes before I realize that one of us has severed the connection. I curse Leonard's pipe, and his wife with a face like the rind of a ham. ~ David Foster Wallace

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?"
"I give."
"You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog. ~ David Foster Wallace

By becoming unhappy, we sometimes learn how to be less so. ~ Sophie Swetchine

By pushing children and wanting quick success, parents are producing followers, not leaders. ~ Sophie B. Hawkins

Harbor a healthy suspicion of safety. ~ Foster Kinn

- That - to cut to a chase which the interviewers' hands-on-hip attitudes and replacement of the lamp's bulb with a much higher wattage signified they'd very much like to see cut to - as ~ David Foster Wallace

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon. ~ Michael Foster

What radical constructivism may suggest to educators is this: the art of teaching has little to do with the traffic of knowledge, its fundamental purpose must be to foster the art of learning. ~ Ernst Von Glasersfeld

Something they seem to omit to mention in Boston AA when you're new and out of your skull with desperation and ready to eliminate your map and they tell you how it'll all get better and better as you abstain and recover: they somehow omit to mention that the way it gets better and you get better is through pain. Not around pain, or in spite of it. ~ David Foster Wallace

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity. ~ Sophie Swetchine

My god, he's the one who gets the girls? What? Is he made of chocolate or something? ~ Fisher Amelie