118 Quotes by Carrie Ryan

Always,” I tell him. He catches his breath and I lean away until I can see his eyes. “I’m scared of losing my heart to you. But I think it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

We’re both just human. Nothing more. But also nothing less.

It’s funny, most people think that revenge is a passionate affair, driven by rage and pain. But it can’t be. Feelings such as those make you weak. They overwrite thought and cause reckless impulses that lead to poor decisions.

Here, in the bustling stalls of the market, he’s anonymous. And it’s obvious how much he prefers it this way.

We forget that the rest of live can be just as dangerous. I think about how fragile we are here – like fish in a glass bowl with the darkness pressing in on every side.

They’re endless, stretching beyond the horizon and spreading around me like forever. They heave and moan, frothing over each other, cresting and falling. The pure depth and vastness of it all beyond comprehension, my eyes unable to focus on any individual. Instead I’m drowned in their need. They ripple and swell, the bodies of the Mudo, like the ocean. Like the dead-tossed waves.

Because if you’re basically a moron at something, it’s better to be a private moron than a public one.

Life is never that simple. And the fact that it’s not that simple to you means only one thing: You’re still alive.

You kids take your time,” the Naysayer called from above them. “Me an’the oncoming apocalypse will just hang out and get to know each other while we wait.