81 Quotes About Dystopian-romance

I, Roman Irvine, am in love with April McIntyre. I love her, even though she’s moody, spoiled, and slightly high maintenance. I love her, even though she refuses to acknowledge how kind-hearted and selfless than she is. I love her, and she’s the only girl that I could ever want in my life.

Our society is in the midst of mental slavery, on the cusp of physical. We are the checks and balances of society…Revolutions begin here.”—- Alexander

There’s a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with that deep penetrating gaze of his, my body reacts in all the right, and wrong, ways.

As I ran a few blades of grass between my fingers, enjoying the breeze as it caressed my face, I contemplated the cycle of life. As this year would host the long anticipated arrival of the Mayan Doomsday, marking the end of their long count calendar, I wasn’t alone in my ponderings. The whole world was focused on the potential that we would be the last generation; the witnesses of the world’s end.

I didn’t really comprehend what was happening or how tonight had changed us and the course of our future, but I instinctively knew that things would never be the same again. Something had ended and something was definitely beginning, I just didn’t have the knowledge base to know what.

I fell silent after that. I didn’t want to talk about such things anymore, at least today. My chest already hurt and I was trying to keep my mind calm. I didn’t want to think of a future so bleak and dark. I had plans for my future and they didn’t involve the world ending or society collapsing.

...what we’d done, participating in the roasting of a little boy, even performed in ignorance, should’ve done more to disrupt our lives than a few sleepless nights.

Cruelty is a human defect. Like racism and bigotry and homophobia and all that other shit that sometimes makes me ashamed to be human.

I kissed her tears, and then I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her neck, and then her mouth again. I slipped her shirt off and kissed her heart. And I looked into the eyes of the woman I know I would die for one day, and my heart, as it always was when I looked at her and only her, was bursting.