757 Quotes by Alexandra Bracken

Wallpaper. Decoration. Her whole life and person, whittled down to nothing. “I don’t accept that,” Etta said. I’m neither of those things. And, for the record, neither are you.

I don’t need a protector,” Etta said. “I need a partner.

All I hear are Satan’s hammers and the war drums of hell, thank you.

What was the point of being holed up with someone who didn’t believe in me when I had people out there who did?

You are not what they tried to make you, or even what you tried to be for them.

It wasn’t that anger was inherently good or bad. It could lend power and drive and focus, but the longer it lived inside you unchecked, the more poisonous it became.

What had Miss Finch said, all those years ago? That there were no do-overs, no comebacks? That once someone was gone, they were gone forever. Dead flowers didn’t bloom, and they didn’t grow.

It was almost painful, I thought, to have a heart so swollen with gratitude and what must have been pure, untainted happiness. I wanted to live inside the feeling forever.

It was nothing that would hawe seemed odd from the outside, looking in, or drawn attention unless you were really, truly staring at it.