145 Quotes by Christina Henry

Sometimes at night, when the nightmare clung to me, I wondered if Peter’s assurances that I would never grow up were only assurances that I would die before such a thing happened. I wondered if that were better, to die before I became something withered and grey and not wanted.

I only wanted them near me because I loved them. Though, of course, it was because I loved them that Peter had to take them from me.

It was Peter’s island, Peter who’d brought us here, and in the back of every boy’s mind was some form of the same thought— He could send me back, if he wanted.

He’d been around the island for a while, and I’m sorry to say that being bashed around in Battle and at raids had done nothing very good for his brains.

Humans often valued what they should not, she reflected, and most often they did not value what was right before their eyes.

All children grow up, or they die, or both. All children, except one.

There’s nothing worse than having a fit and no one giving you the proper attention for it.

Peter had just forgotten, the way that Peter did forget about anything that wasn’t right in front of him at the moment.

All she'd found was that women spent a great deal of time saying they were please when they were not, similing when they were not happy, and pretending their anger and frustation did not exist