761 Quotes by Rick Yancey

Thinking too much has been my problem for a very long time.

No matter how well you know someone, there’s still a part of them you won’t. You can’t. Like, ever. A locked room. I don’t know.

But that’s all it is, a coincidence. There’s no divine plan. There’s nothing fated in our stars. No meant-to-be in any of it. We are accidental people occupying an accidental planet in an accidental universe. And that’s okay. These.

Too much hope?” The side of her mouth twitches. “Maybe that’s our secret weapon.

It’s over. It’s never over. It isn’t a line from that night to this day; it’s a circle.

He showed me how enormous the emptiness was by filling it.

You can feel it deep in your bones because it’s older than your senses: the end of winter, the Earth sliding toward Spring.

Easier to believe the beautiful lie than the hideous truth.

How easy it was. How incredibly easy, even after all that we’d been through. Or maybe it was easy because of all we’d been through. They gathered us in. They emptied us out. They filled us up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. So they could send us out again. To kill what’s left of the rest of us.