Kami Garcia Quotes

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

There are no coincidences.

Who can judge the judge?

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

Ethan Wate: What I can't figure is, you go to church everyday, how do you believe in all of this and still believe in God? Amma: God created all things didn't he? Only man will decide which ones is mistakes. - Beautiful Creatures

I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.

I'll love you until the day after forever.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

the whole way down, I was only thinking one thing . . . L E N A

Do you believe in love after last sight?

You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

Blood of my heart, protection is thine. Life of my life, taking yours, taking mine Body of my body, marrow and mind Soul of my soul, to our spirit bind Blood of my heart, my tides, my moon Blood of my heart, my salvation, my doom

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena didn't love me anymore. But I was stupid, and I was wrong. Lena loved me so much, she was willing to risk everything to save me. I had given up on Lena, after she had refused to give up on me. I owed her my life. It was as simple as that.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make this better.

Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.

The more I learned about the world I thought I knew and all the ones I didn't, the more everything threaded together, leading everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

You can read minds, and you didn't tell me?” Link stared at me like he just found out I was the Silver Surfer. He rubbed his head nervously. “Hey, man, all that stuff about Lena? I was yankin’ your chain.” He looked away. “Are you doin’ it now? You're doin’ it, aren't you? Dude, get out of my head.” He backed away from me and into the bookshelf. “I can't read your mind, you idiot.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same

"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"

It's crazy what you see if you aren't really looking.