757 Quotes by Alexandra Bracken

Nicholas eased back from her, wondering if this was what death would feel like – the painful release. He had envisioned it so many times as wading out into dark, cool water, letting it rise past his hips, his shoulders, his head. This was a breaking, a thunderclap of agony. How short a person’s life was, but how very many times they were asked to die inside.

You realize that by doing this, all you’re accomplishing is reinforcing in America-throughout the world- that the word different means bad, ugly, dangerous.

The wall I’d built up against the well of pain and fear and anger finally collapsed, and I began to cry. I sobbed, the way I had int he garage of my parents’ house on the last morning before they took me, I bawled because it was such a relied not to have to hold it in any longer, to have to pretend.

Sometimes we don’t know what we’re looking for until we find it.

She didn’t need a protector or a rescuer. But she did need him.

It’s been so long since anything really went my way that I can’t really remember what “easy” feels like anymore – maybe like breathing without inhaling the ash of the world burning around you.

You are not alone. You aren’t, even if it feels that way sometimes. You have people who are in your corner, who care about you like crazy. Not because you forced them to feel that way but because they want to.

Fortune can be hoarded, or it can be shared.

They had all of the pieces, and it just took one curious mind to put it all together.