25 Quotes About Addie-larue

To think, she could have lived and died and never seen the sea.

Books, she found, are a way to live a thousand lives, or find strength in a very long one.

Humans are capable of such wondrous things. Of cruelty, and war, but also art and invention. She will think this again and again over the years, when bombs are dropped, and buildings felled, when terror consumes whole countries. But also when the first images are impressed on film, when planes rise into the air, when movies go from black-and-white to color.

He is wild. But so is she.

The past drawn like a silk sheet over the present.

Why, a world without reading, I cannot fathom it. A whole long life without poems, or plays, or philosophers. Shakespeare, Socrates, to say nothing of Descarts!

She tries not to think about that—she swears sometimes her memory runs forward as well as back, unspooling to show the roads she’ll never get to travel. But that way lies madness, and she has learned not to follow.

The only way Addie knows how to keep going is to keep going forward. They are Orpheus, she is Eurydice, and every time they turn back, she is ruined.

All she knows is that she is tired, and he is the place she wants to rest. And that, somehow, she was happy. But it is not love.