Top 260 Quotes & Sayings by Kami Garcia - Page 2

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

It wasn't about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn't about what she said in class--usually something no one else would've thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn't have dared to say. It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

Stupid to the power of stupid.

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

I really was alone, and the only thing worse than being alone was having everyone else see how lonely you were

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

I am a friend. I have in my possession two thousand assorted buttons, eight hundred keys, and only one friend. Perhaps it is not something you can understand. I have not often been one before. I will be now.

I'd never really thought past the whole dying-for-the-sake-of-the-world part of things. When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself.

The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.

Everything about me remembers everything about you

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

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. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds

Power is neither good nor evil.

A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.

And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link. Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.

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.

Ladies first." "Why is it men only say that when it's something horrible or dangerous?

It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Maybe all crows were just creepy.

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

You need help, and that's what books are for.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.

we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

Ethan Wate: What I can't figure is, you go to church everyday, how do you believe in all of this and still believe in God? Amma: God created all things didn't he? Only man will decide which ones is mistakes. - Beautiful Creatures

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

I need to talk to Lena" There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.

You're not the only one falling

My mom was there, in some form, in some sense, in some universe. My mom was still my mom, even if she only lived in books and door locks and the smell of fried tomatoes and old paper. She lived.

Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl.

Loneliness is holding the one you love When you know you might never hold him again. Even lost in the darkness My heart will find you The soul die at the hand of the one who carries it. If I could find a place to run away Hidden safely, I would be there today. The darkest daylight finds me.

I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!