64 Quotes About Shatter-me

I don’t understand—why won’t you talk to me?You sit in the corner all day and write in your book and look at everything but my face. You have so much to say to a piece of paper but I’m standing right here and you don’t even acknowledge me. Juliette, please—

Come back to life, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.

I'm nineteen years old," he clarifies. "I'm a fairly impressive specimen for my age, I know.

Every single time you claim to understand even a fraction of what I’m feeling, I want to disembowel you. I want to sever your carotid artery. I want to rip out your vertebrae, one by one. You have no idea what it is to love her,” he says angrily. “You couldn’t even begin to imagine. So stop trying to understand.

He destroyed her dress the night before our wedding. Like a monster. I’m going to murder him.

Years of practice have taught me to bury my emotions as a reflex - especially in his presence - and it takes a few seconds for the feelings to emerge. They form slowly, infinite hands reaching up from infinite graves to fan the ancient rage I've never really allowed myself to touch.

I tuck caution into my pocket and hope I can reach for it if I need to.

My voice softens. 'How old are you?''I'll be eleven next year.'I grin. 'So you're ten years old?'He crosses his arms. Frowns. 'I'll be twelve in two years.'I think I already love this kid.

He raises his eyebrows. "At least I'm honest about being a liar.