118 Quotes by Carrie Ryan

She swears you can make it stop by forgiving and moving forward. I’m moving forward, but I’ll never forgive.

As I pass by him, I feel a crackle of tension between us. A slow heat begins its way into my cheeks, mirroring the flush in Grey’s, and I realize that I hadn’t been the only one acutely aware of his nakedness in the shower.

He places his hands over mine, the feeling so warm and familiar. ‘Those days back there, in the house. That is my world. That is my truth,’ he says. ‘That is my ocean.

I realize that this is the way the world works. If I could stop the spin, stop the rotation, I would have done so long ago. I would have stopped it the first moment that Catcher’s lips met mine under the moon in the amusement park. I would have held us in that eternity forever. But of course everything presses forward, even as we dig our feet against the reality of it all. One even tumbles from the next out of our control and we are dragged along, helpless.

That’s one of the benefits of being an orphan: instant sympathy.

Libby is none of those things. At least not the Libby I’ve become. She’s crafted and honed for this one purpose, forged by misery and rage, until every raw edge was seared away.

Trauma always has a way of accelerating relationships, creating intimacy where none existed before.

Afraid of the tangle of words twisting around my own tongue, I swallow and place my hand against the thick wood of the Barrier.

I think about how fragile we are here – like fish in a glass bowl with darkness pressing in on every side.