23 Quotes by Vicki Pettersson

Are angels supposed to call humans Commies?

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

I didn’t know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of his adrenaline coursing under my skin. The force of his heart, strong and rhythmic and a bit sad, pumping within my own chest.

Even with tortured minds and broken spirits, even bound to the Surface, they ached for God’s presence. It would be like being drawn back into the womb. It would be rest. It was the only real redemption there was.

Hiding behind the mask of a quotation, using someone else’s words to bolster our own softly blooming emotions.

Just because someone tried to make you into a victim didn’t mean that’s what you had to be.

There’s something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There’s also something comforting in thinking that if they made it this far, relatively unscathed, then maybe you didn’t turn out half bad either.

I love the cancer spoon!

The kiss was like swollen storm clouds ready to erupt, and when he moaned into my mouth, it was dewy and thunderous and zinging with ozone.