63 Quotes by Angela Panayotopulos

Gabriel's face was leathery from the sun, clean with honesty, and framed by a thick beard that was striped black and white like a badger's hide. He was tall, sometimes formidably so, but children tended to forget that when he hunched down on his knees. He did that whenever he could, so that their eyes were level.

There were many things she could have said, but we forget to forge armor against the knife-thrusts of our loved ones.

He'd thought he'd outlived war. Ultimately, war outlived everyone.

It wasn't the darkness that killed people. It was the people who carried the darkness within them that did.

What happens when you mask your face, your weakness, your truth? What happens when you've worn a mask to the point that it is more skin than shield? Ink taints water. Mask fuses with skin. If someone tries to pry it off, they could unglue most of your face along with it. That could get ugly.

One little girl didn't mind the fading sun. Her mittened hands sculpted a snowman, happy to work without distractions. She whispered apologies as she thrust a carrot into his face, assuring him it was for the best and he'd be able to breathe much better now, just try and see.

Emotions were beautiful like birds of paradise, seemingly fragile, surprisingly resilient, fleeting and lovely, with wings that could churn blood and claws that could rake souls.

But anger is the world’s worst—and arguably most contagious—plague. It might look ugly on the outside, but it eats you from the inside out. If you catch it—and you will—you must accept it. It stems from the fear: understand that. You must fight it, you must heal, and you must let it go. Anger, when dealt with, is en ember that eventually dies out if you give it enough space and understanding.

Fear is a question, really.What are you afraid of, and why? There's a history to every horror. Fear is a training master whom you run from or you face. Defining your backstory is the prelude to the story. That's how you solve fear.You rewrite it.