254 Quotes by Courtney Summers

The quiet is eerie, the absence of the living dead. I’m no stranger to this kind of silence and I’m almost ready to believe not seeing the infected is worse than seeing them because at least wherever they are, you know where you shouldn’t be.

I’m always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.

I don’t know why it’s the girls who always seem to have to take on that kind of burden.

I wouldn’t do that. You don’t have to accept it.” He pauses. “But maybe you should hate the people responsible. Because it’s not you.

It’s different when you think that someone’s always going to be around. You think you got all the time in the world to make it right.

I wish his darkness lived outside of him, because you have to know it’s there to see it. Like all real monsters, he hides in plain sight.

I wonder if, even after all of this, he understands how fragile good things are in my hands and how many times they’ve been taken away from me.

He tells me its going to be okay until all the words blur together into a hum that makes me close my eyes and I start to go away and five, ten, fifteen minutes later, I’m aware of my hand sliding down his lap and then nothingness and then the gentle sensation of his index finger pressing into my open palm and then his hand is at my face, running his fingers across my skin and I’m so awake.

Carving out our own place, making something out of nothing. It feels as right as it doesn’t and I think maybe I was wrong. We can’t have exactly everything we lost. But maybe we can come close.