Beasts Of Extraordinary Circumstance Quotes

Why do you do that?" "Do what?" "Take something beautiful and vandalize it with skepticism?

The silence in the house was painful, but I had begun to realize that half of it belonged to me.

Don't cry over the same thing twice. Get it all out the first time, even if it's loud and messy. Then it's over.

Don't leave anything you can't come back to.

Most girls celebrate their birthdays with friends. I spent mine with a pack of wolves.

If country music has taught me anything, it's that getting drunk probably isn't the best method of dealing with heartbreak. But I'm a traditionalist" p. 202

I was always doing that, apologizing for the way I looked as if the world were somehow suffering from it p. 29

I feel like...before, I had one way of looking at things, and now, I have a million possibilities, and I get to choose.

I wasn't doing magic, but I was in it, surrounded on all sides by incredible, beautiful things. It made me feel like a wizard even though I wasn't one, even though I never could be one. p. 306

It was a peaceful, unassuming life scored by birds in the morning and crickets in the evening, and because it was precious to us, we handled it with care.

My wolf brothers and sisters have a saying (or a howl) that goes, "Don't leave anything you can't come back to." I know I can come back here and I will be welcomed, and that brings me more comfort than anything else in this world.

Weylyn and I ordered two pieces of blackberry pie. “Someone worked really hard to make this,” he said, pointing to his slice with his fork. That’s what sealed it for me, that simple appreciation for something that most of us take for granted.

Why do you do that?” “Do what?” “Take something beautiful and vandalize it with skepticism?

I found it strange that there could be so much beauty in the death of all these living things. Maybe it was only beautiful because we knew they would be resurrected next spring. I don't think I would enjoy fall quite as much if I knew there was an eternal winter to follow.

I've been called magic, but I wouldn't use that term exactly. I like to think of myself as always being in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time. Very rarely am I simply in an acceptable place at a generally convenient time. That said, I find those rare occasions very pleasant, mostly because they give me time to work on my crosswords.

Two weeks later, I wore a coat to school for the first time that year. Fall had made its presence known in the form of wet, earthy smells and shivering tree limbs shedding leaves in various shades of exotic cat. I walked to school that morning, listening to the crisp sounds that punctuated each one of my footfalls and the honks of geese flying overhead. I found it strange that there could be so much beauty in the death of all these living things. Maybe it was only beautiful because we knew they would be resurrected next spring. I don't think I would enjoy fall quite as much if I knew there was an eternal winter to follow.

Actually, it’s kind of a love story.

Weylyn laughed the way adults do after they’ve been sad (when their mouths realize they’re happy before their eyes do).

I guess I only really had five years as a mother, but it was five more than I ever thought I’d get. And I spent them with Weylyn Grey.

I helped her organize them alphabetically and was browsing the titles when she said, “I only buy a book after reading it twice. If you can enjoy it more than once, you know it’s a keeper.

Weylyn’s expression shifted gears. I could tell, even before he spoke, that he had drained his mind of his own sadness and replaced it with empathy for mine. “I’m really sorry,” he said, and meant it.

As he bent down and scratched her behind the ears like she was a harmless dog, I felt a sadness more acute than anything I'd ever felt before. Weylyn Grey didn't belong in my world. He belonged in theirs, and there was nothing I could say to convince him otherwise. My suspicions were only confirmed when he finally looked up and saw me. There was freedom in his face, relief mixed with sadness. In that moment, I could feel sand between my toes, water on my skin. I saw the sun melt into water until everything was starry and purple. I held Weylyn one last time in that dark place, then turned and walked into the bright white snow.

I told him some of my best stories: the one about the sewer and the train tracks and the neighbor's dogs. Weylyn seemed unimpressed. "What? You got something better?" Weylyn smiled, "I was young once, too.

Don’t cry over the same thing twice. Get it all out the first time, even if it’s loud and messy. Then it’s over.

Forgive me for both my coming and going

I thought about the hundreds of hours I had spent over the last year staring at bugs and cataloguing them; about how small my world had become: the wetlands, the coffee shop, the apartment, Quan. I imagined myself looking at Earth through a microscope and having to crank up the magnification to 1,000,000 × to be able to see the five-mile radius that I called home. Even geese fly north for the summer. I was less adventurous than a goose.

The hillside was thick with trees, the same hill we had left barren the day before.

We'd sit on the porch and drink hot chocolate, watching the steam draw treble clefs on a gray sheet of sky.

Weylyn's expression shifted gears. I could tell, even before he spoke, that he had drained his mind of his own sadness, and replaced it with empathy for mine.

I remarkably still had both my eyes, despite my impulse to hurl myself off things that were often a generous distance from the ground. Some of my other hobbies included running with sharp objects, lighting fires and lighting sharp objects on fire and launching them into the sky with my slingshot.

Kerno determined that the War Crimes Commission records—including some 25,000 case files on alleged Class A war criminals, most of whom had not yet been tried—were to be retired to a UN warehouse and to remain closed in all but the most extraordinary circumstances.26 There the records remained for more than forty years, until the worldwide controversy surrounding Kurt Waldheim finally pried them open.27

Why do you do that?” “Do what?” “Take something beautiful and vandalize it with skepticism

Don’t leave anything you can’t come back to.” I know I can come back here and I will be welcomed, and that brings me more comfort than anything else in this world.

found it strange that there could be so much beauty in the death of all these living things. Maybe it was only beautiful because we knew they would be resurrected next spring. I don’t think I would enjoy fall quite as much if I knew there was an eternal winter to follow.

If country music has taught me anything, it’s that getting drunk probably isn’t the best method of dealing with heartbreak. But I’m a traditionalist.

Weylyn glanced up at me, then looked back down at his still-cupped hands under the water, waiting patiently for something new to fill them. “Me, too.

I found it strange that there could be so much beauty in the death of all these living things. Maybe it was only beautiful because we knew they would be resurrected next spring. I don’t think I would enjoy fall quite as much if I knew there was an eternal winter to follow.

Her flaws were in plain sight, not buffed out with salt scrubs or hidden under layers of Mary Kay.

I feel like … before, I had one way of looking at things, and now, I have a million possibilities, and I get to choose.