Marie Lu Quotes - Page 2

I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.

And the book (#7) is for whenever the hunt involves a lot of waiting around. Entertainment that won't eat up my batteries is always worth bringing.

You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.

Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.

All they're going to see is a wealthy man who has no idea how to heal their suffering.

I suppose you come in here often, then,” I say, half teasing. “Bringing your maids and admirers?”Magiano frowns at that. He shakes his head. “You think I’m bedding every maid I speak to?” he says and shrugs. “Flattered, Your Majesty. But you are very wrong.”“So, what you’re telling me is that you come to this secret space alone?”He tilts his head in a flirtatious way. “What’s wrong with a thief wanting a little private time now and then?” He comes closer. His breath warms my skin like the fog that hovers over the water. “Of course, here you are. I suppose I’m not alone, after all.

We are the children of gods and angels.

It will be impossible to catch all the rats, my love,” he says. His hand brushes against mine. “Sooner or later, one will squeeze through the cracks. You need to be more careful.

How can the boy who stirred an entire nation be dying?

What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?

To those who, in spite of everything, still choose goodness.

Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done.

Everything's science fiction until someone makes it science fact

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

I have spent my entire life thinking of the Inquisitors as things, soulless creatures. But they are just men. Men can be swayed, and I have the power to do it.

No. I will never let you hurt Day like that. Not the way I've already hurt him.

But you can’t give them everything they want—they will always want more than they have.

After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.

I need to let him go.

Trusting me,” Teren murmurs, “is a dangerous game, mi Adelinetta.”“I’m doing more than that,” I reply. “For the rest of this journey, you will be my personal guard.”At that, Teren’s eyes flare with surprise and anger. “I’m not your lackey, Your Majesty.”“And I’m not Giulietta,” I fire back.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.

Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?

She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.

As you can see, I keep my word,” I call to the rest of the crowd. “Do not take advantage of my generosity, and I will not take advantage of your weakness.

He loved you.

In the mirror, I look the same. But I am a different person inside.I am a prodigy who knows the truth. I know exactly what I'm going to do.

June laughs. "I have to say, you look better than most people I see. I've heard a lot about you.""I hear about you a lot too," Eden replies in a rush, "mostly from Daniel. He thinks you're really hot.

I'd gotten someone killed.The price people seem to pay for crossing my path.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

Through the whirlwind, I hear my father's harsh whi

What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal.

You have goodness in your heart, but your darkness overwhelms it all; your desire to hurt, destroy, and avenge is more powerful than your desire to love, help, and light the way.

Watch your back, little wolf, they say. Enemies arise from unexpected places.

I am still alone, broken and small, the butterfly fighting for life in the grass.

Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.

I love you," I whisper over and over again. "Don't go," I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.

Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone," the man said with a shrug.

Without his father's shadow in a way, he's beautiful.

No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like

I laugh with him. I imagine mixing poison into his tea, then watching his face turn purple and anguished; I picture myself leaning over him, looking on patiently, with my chin resting in my hands, admiring his dying, writhing body as I count out the minutes.

Your strengths might make you hard to approach, and might make your words sound uglier than what you actually mean, but they also make people look up to you.

The fire in you burns as fiercely as it did when I first met you.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother's killer.I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

We might not return from this voyage. None of us. We might all lay down our lives when we reach the end, and not ever know whether our sacrifice changed anything for the better.”“It will be for the better,” Magiano replies. “We cannot just die, not without trying. Not without fighting.”“Do you really believe that?” I ask. “Why are we doing this, anyway? To preserve my own life, and yours—but what has the world ever done for us in order to deserve our sacrifice?”Magiano’s brows furrow for a moment, then he leans in closer. “We exist because this world exists. It’s a responsibility of ours, whether or not anyone will remember it.” He nods at me. “And they will. Because we will return and make sure of it.

Well enough,” I reply. “Remember, you’re drunk. And happy. You’re supposed to be lusting over your escort. Try smiling a little more.” like I’m lusting? This is me, lusting.” His lashes flutter at me. better.

He doesn't know who I am.

The Republic is weak and broken." I narrow my eyes. "But it is still your country. Fight for it. This is your home, not theirs.

The boy who walks in the light

You risked an awful lot for someone you hardly know.' I narrow my eyes. 'THAT doesn't say much about your character. Perhaps you should wait until someone's about to be executed for a mistake YOU made.

There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

So, when I thought June might take you away, I didn’t know what to do. I felt like she was taking everything that mattered to me. I felt like she was taking away from you all the things that I didn’t have. That’s why I’m sorry. I’m sorry because you shouldn’t have to be everything to me. I had you, but I’d forgotten that I had myself too.

Money is the most important thing in the world, you know. Money can buy you happiness, and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

Don’t be afraid,” he says with a half smile. “You’re with me.” His hand tightens around my wrist, tugging me down again playfully. And this time, I feel safe enough to take a deep breath of my own and do as he says.

I have everything I could ever want here, Adelina,” he finally says. “You’ve handed me what feels like the world’s riches, a palace, a life of luxury.” He draws closer. “I get to be at your side. What more do I need?