833 Quotes by Marie Lu

Death has a terrible habit of cutting straight through every careful line you've drawn between your present and your future. I had a hundred thousand of these lines, and in one day they were severed, leaving me with nothing but a stack of his medical bills and gambling debt. Death didn't even give me somewhere to direct my anger. All I could do was search the sky.

He tells you to play, so you play. He tells you to curtsy, so you curtsy. He tells what you are meant to do and what you are meant not to do, so you do and you dono do. He tells you not to be angry, so you smile, you turn your eyes down, you are quiet and do exactly as he says in the hopes that this is what he wants, and then one night you realize that you have given him so much of yourself that you are nothing but the curtsy and the smile and the quiet. That you are nothing.

Hi, I'm Day. Hi, I'm June.

I am still alone, broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass.

Everyone pays lip service to world peace. They use it as a pretty answer to pointless questions, to make themselves sound good.

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?

My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.