Top 260 Quotes & Sayings by Kami Garcia

At the beginning of a new project, often before I do any actual writing, I collect photos, quotes, song lyrics, and even objects that relate to the characters or the world I'm creating.

I start with a beat sheet, which is more of an abbreviated outline. It hits all the major plot points. From there, I move to note cards. But the most important part of my process is my inspiration board.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

As much as I love to dive into the action early, I think the hero's journey is important - the idea that the reader needs to experience the protagonist's everyday life before you turn that world upside down.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.

I'll love you until the day after forever.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

words same as always same as nothing when nothing is the same

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

Maybe it needed to be broken. Sometimes things have to break before you can fix them.

There wasn't enough chocolate in the world to make this better.

moments bleed together, no span to time

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

In one moment I was feeling everything and I was feeling nothing.

Blood of my heart, protection is thine. Life of my life, taking yours, taking mine Body of my body, marrow and mind Soul of my soul, to our spirit bind Blood of my heart, my tides, my moon Blood of my heart, my salvation, my doom

I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.

I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena didn't love me anymore. But I was stupid, and I was wrong. Lena loved me so much, she was willing to risk everything to save me. I had given up on Lena, after she had refused to give up on me. I owed her my life. It was as simple as that.

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

Mortals. I envy you. You think you can change things. Stop the universe. Undo what was done long before you came along. You are such beautiful creatures.

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.

Some things are private, Ethan. Even for grown-ups.

Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

What we had went so much deeper than a kiss. When we were together, she turned me completely inside out. It didn't matter if we were dead or alive. We could never be kept apart. There were some things more powerful than worlds or universes. She was my world, as much as I was hers. What we had, we knew. The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay. Anybody who's ever been in love can tell you that.

It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

The more I learned about the world I thought I knew and all the ones I didn't, the more everything threaded together, leading everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.

It's crazy what you see if you aren't really looking.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

They're headed for some place called the Great Barrier." "A place that doesn't exist." Liv was shaking her head, checking the rotating dials on her wrist. Link pushed away his plate, still covered with food. "So let me get this straight. We're gonna go down into the Tunnels and find this moon outta time with Liv's fancy watch?" "Selenometer." Liv didn't look up from copying numbers from the dials into her red notebook.

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.

Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.

I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Do you believe in love after last sight?