Shannon A. Thompson Quotes

Until they feel what we feel, they will never fully understand the own hell they caused.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

My life wasn’t horrible, but I didn’t see any passionate reason to love it.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…

The comfort was peculiarly chilling.

Every monster could be saved.

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty...I never want to feel it again.

I remembered every moment between us, and every moment felt more precious as time passed.

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

All love is immortal.

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)

Among my stillness was a pounding heart.

It’s going to be okay, Eric," Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. "Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)

Luthicer hummed. "You're either brave or very foolish." "What's the difference?" (Eric)

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)

Sometimes, people meant it when they smiled. Other times, they smiled because they wanted to mean it.

Some rumors said she was a demon from another world. Other rumors said she was death incarnate, someone to remind us of our misdeeds. But no one had said how beautiful she was. No one had mentioned her eyes. The ones that showed color only for a second. A hint of beauty in absolute blackness.

Why do they hate us?" He paused. "We didn't do anything wrong.

Sometimes an outside perspective is the clearer perspective.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

I’m assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution." (Eric)

When I first met him, he was everything I wanted to be, but over time, he showed me how I wanted to be myself, and that was how I fell in love with him.

The closer he was the less confident I was.

I saw something I could never forget. I saw lifetimes of acknowledgement, fear, wisdom, questioning, and understanding in a child's eye. It was the worst thing I would ever witness.

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You’ll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?” (Eric)

The rebel inside of me always ignored the rules.

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

What fueled this hatred? Society.

I wasn’t sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

I don’t believe that," I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. "I never asked you to.” (Jessica)

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking outside of the box, breaking rules, and only following what her heart told her was right.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

A heroic act is not always followed by glory and parades and forever freedom,” she said. “It’s often small, disregarded, or forgotten. But it matters.

I would only blame myself if something happened to you.

You can't make the world perfect, Daniel," Michelle said calmly while dusting dirt off her jeans with her delicate hand. "No. I can't," I agreed. "But I can sure help make it better.

I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it. I could barely stand it. (Eric)

I was a person full of wishes but without a star.

I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we had been completely honest with each other in the first place. Maybe more people would be alive, but then again, more people could be dead.

The rules of life are nothing that cannot be fixed.

...it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Differences disappear when faced with death.

War?' The word held too much definition for three letters.

Tomorrow can take me,” he said. “I don’t need today anyway.

It was almost painful to be different.

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to me to guarantee our survival of it. (Eric)

Love was a lot more complicated when you had a lot of time on your hands.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

I can’t take back the past, but I can fight for the future.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

Being a child sucked. Being a teenager was worse. And being an adult seemed so far away that I had a better chance at swimming the length of the ocean than growing up.

I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt." (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)