Aguirre Quotes

I never belonged anywhere until I met you.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.

I have your back. I didn't mean only when it's easy. All the time.

Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a matter of indifference, and sometimes it's heartbreaking, and your life is never the same thereafter.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so you could bear the pain.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up, because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

We’re both so fucking broken that I understand our strange attraction, a push-pull magnetism born of similar scars.

Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

Because it takes more courage to heal the world's hurts than to inflict them.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.

He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.

People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don’t change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? - Lope de Aguirre after going mad in the Amazon

I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

There are none so blind as those who will not see.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

... Where did you go?” “Down below.” “Ugh,” she said. “I’ve heard they’re little better than animals.” Funny. I thought the same thing about most Topsiders I encountered. Tegan touched my hand in silent sympathy, and I set my jaw. ... I stepped forward and pasted on a false smile. We were in her home, after all. The least I could do was be polite. “I’m Deuce, animal from the underground.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.

Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

Does changing for the better absolve you of all the wicked shit you did before? No. March fills my head like a warm glow. Instead you receive the twin delights of guilt and regret.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

I wanted proof, not promises.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.

People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

The whole world is like Whitewall's razors," I burst out. "It cuts us, and we bleed, but there's no purpose to it.

Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.

I don't believe in love at all," he returns, equally quiet. "It's just a name people give the endorphins that spring up after some really hot fucking, and the justification they use to manipulate the shit out of each other afterward.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

Don’t let them see you weak.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

I sighed. 'It's hard. You're the only one who listens to what I have to say.' Longshot dropped a gentle, comforting arm around my shoulders. 'Then speak louder, girl. Don't let them put out your spark.

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best. -Deuce, (183)

You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.

I admired Stalkers style. He was incredibly fast using two small blades strapped to the backs of his hands. Slash slash slash. Fighting him you wouldn’t die of one great wound but instead bleed out slowly surprised to find yourself weak and dying after a thousand cuts.

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have no reason to be jealous, I promise. We talked... and trained. You're the only boy who gets close like this." "Oh." A long, slow breath escaped him. "I feel so stupid." I put my lips to his cheek and whispered, "Don't. I love you, Fade.

I found it curious that people kept animals for companionship and not food. When I'd asked Mama Oaks when she planned to cook the fat creature that slept in a basket in the kitchen, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Since then, she'd kept her pet away from me, like she suspected I meant to turn it into stew. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.

Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck, powerful bad juju, ken?” “Only to people who try to kidnap me,” I tell him sweetly, and March snorts, so I feel obliged to add, “Or rescue me…” And then Dina makes a pfft sound. “Or who travel with me…” My gaze sweeps around the darkened interior, trying to find an ally, but nobody will hold my eyes more than two seconds, it seems. “Fine, frag you all, I’m dark juju, bad luck, and you’re all doomed.

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.