17 Quotes by Tara Sim

They would be shocked if they could see the other women in London: automechanics with grease in their hair, fisherwomen in from te coast with tatooed arms.

Everyone leaves, in the end.

You’re everything. You’re... You’re chaos and order and everything between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world’s imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You’re filled with soft, dark music. I hear it all the time. Your music.

He turned and ripped off the nearest clump of honeysuckle. He thought, coldly, that love was simply that – a handful of bruised flower petals. Beautiful and terrible and fleeting. Too easily snatched away, too easily ruined.

An empty house had a particular sound, Colton had come to realize: a sigh made without lungs, the silent crawl of time passing with no one to measure it in beats of words and breaths. No one to speak to or listen to or watch. A loneliness that was cutting.

He was a boy of air and dust and sunlight. Everything that had gone into the making of the world.

There comes a moment when time seems to slip faster, running long then short, shadows shrinking as the sun climbs. It’s the moment, he decided, when you’re no longer a child. When the concept of time and the need for more of it come together and make you powerless. Make you yearn for the longer days, the lazy days, before you knew what time passing actually meant.

I would have kissed you if you were a girl. I would have kissed you if you were purple.