Juniper Unraveling Quotes

I’ve also come to realize that pain doesn’t strike at once, as one might think. It’s organic. From the moment you fall in love with someone, your pain begins.

When the world is at its darkest, somehow love still carries the light.

I’m sick. And so is he. We’re the perfect twisted match, destined for pain like a sad tragedy. The moth who fell in love with the flame. He’s the reaper, and I’m his disciple.

When the world is at its darkest, somehow love still carries the light. Love is strength and weakness. A crutch and a sword. It can leave a person hollow and heal their wounds. It’s a friend to the stars, with pain as its shadow. A dichotomy whose time is uncertain. But above all things, love is necessary.

I already lost you once, and come war, or the fires of hell, I’m not losing you twice.

Safety is an illusion … survival is a reality

Where survival is concerned, tears have no place. Stay focused, and stay alive.

A man's voice shouldn't reach down inside the chest and stir it like a hand caught inside a jar of butterflies, but it does.

I’m convinced the heart is a masochist. Some call it an organ of fire, but I have to believe mine has turned to ash, as many times as it’s been burned and broken throughout the years.

To the rest of the world, you were just a girl. A lonely girl from the other side of that wall. But to me, you’ve always been more than that. The air when I couldn’t breathe. My voice when I couldn’t speak. When I couldn’t feel anything anymore, I felt you. Goddamn, Wren, you were my heart, pumping life into a body that was mostly dead. You were everything to me. You are everything.

But time and love are criminals who spare no one -- not even the most desiring. Time is the thief who comes in the night, silently chipping away at the present. And love is the killer of hearts.

I collect keys. House keys. Car keys. Doesn’t matter what kind. I like knowing they unlock something, somewhere in the world. I pretend they’re the keys to someone’s story—their hopes and dreams—and I’m now the keeper of it.

The deeper you fall in love, pain follows like a ghost, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Could take an entire lifetime, or just a couple of short months. Pain has no concept of time, and when it arrives, you’re never ready for it.

His shoulders sag in defeat, as if he’s about to hand over his soul to me. “Do you not have any idea what you mean to me, Wren?” “I thought I did. I was certain I could pull you from that dark place inside your head. But I’m not strong enough. You and I seem to be of the same thread. Infected with the same evil that damaged us.” “I knew exactly what I was doing last night. I didn’t do it for pleasure, or some morbid form of entertainment. I did it for you. Because he hurt you. And your pain is my pain.

I brought you something.” From his pocket, Papa pulls a string of multicolored beads, with four white in the center that spell ‘love.’ Slipping it over my wrist, he tugs his mouth into the slightest smile. “Found it in some rubble. Thought you might like it.

I also believed that love was nothing more than a precursor for pain. After all, this world has no room for love. It’s harsh and violent and thrives from taking, but still we seek it out, because the will to live and love is the only universal thing that binds us as a species and ensures our viability—an ever-constant pulse that drives us, in spite of the pain and hate that seeks to destroy us along the way.

Pain doesn't strike at once, as one might think. It's organic. From the moment you fall in love with someone, your pain begins. You just don't feel it yet, but it's there. The silence beneath your laugher. The shadows behind an embrace. Tranquility before the storm. The deeper you fall in love, the pain follows like a ghost, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Could take an entire lifetime, or just a couple short months. Pain has no concept of time, and when it arrives, you're never ready for it. But it's always been there, hiding behind a mask of denial, deceiving you into thinking there's such a thing as eternal happiness.

For the first time in years, I feel everything again. The sun on my skin. The wind in my hair. The birds. The scent of poppies. And Six—the sizzling crack of a lightning bolt. My beloved storm in the desert. I feel him so deeply inside, it sends a shock straight to my heart that kicks a beat, and my eyes flutter open to the world that seemed to have stopped moving around us.

Six is like a lightning storm in the desert, as mesmerizing as he is dark and violent, with the potential to destroy in one merciless strike. And yet, for some reason, I’m drawn to him by an inexplicable magnetism that electrifies me and sets me aflame. Two damaged souls trying to figure each other out.

Falling in love means you have to be brave enough to accept the pain when it comes to stake its claim. Whether it’s the love of a father, or the love of your life, pain is inevitable. And the heart is forever drawn to it. Or maybe that’s just mine.

Through a fog of pleasure, I stare up at his face, framed by the endless sky and the silhouette of the Joshua, and its right then I realize, there is still beauty left in this world. There are still amazing things to behold.

cooked it on an open flame

What’s to keep you from punching your fist into my chest and ripping out my heart?” He shakes his head and rubs his thumb across his palm. “Because it isn’t your heart, anymore, Wren. It’s mine. You’re my life. If you die, I die.

Yet, we carry on, with bruised hearts and torn skin, because we love, and that’s what gives us purpose. Air gives us breath. Food gives us strength. And love gives us hope. In a world of monsters, love makes us human.

Let them watch. Let them know what this man does to me. How, in spite of the ugly, the pain, and the suffering this place breeds, we find solace in each other.

The idea of being so close to freedom, so close to bliss, is unsettling as we drive in the opposite direction to it. Perhaps we've come the closest of anyone in this world. And maybe God saw fit to intervene for our sins. I wish I could believe in something so righteous, but then I'd have to believe that the place from which we escaped was created by God's will. That our disease-infected world is nothing more than the scope of his wrath. And I can't think of any reason, God, or man, that one could be so cruel and unforgiving.

It's a wonder we fall in love, at all. Sometimes, I think we're all just innately drawn to heartache. Why else would we dare to fall so deeply, knowing what consequences may lie ahead?

Papa told me Mrs. Sanders passed away. The older woman was ill for many years, a regular patient of Papa’s who often stopped in for some of his herbal teas. Yet, I felt nothing and silently chided my coldness.

I saw things no child should ever see. Experienced the most horrible things.

My eyes are green, but not a bright spring green, more like a dull lackluster green that naturally darken in certain light. Nothing like my mother’s.

The world has no place for heroes anymore.

Learn to be indifferent to pain, and you’ll become invincible.

I didn’t realize how ruined I am, how little I received from the affections of other men. No one else has ever touched my soul this way, stolen a piece of me.

The little girl who would curl into herself, cursing and shaming her body, is no longer here. In her place is a woman. One who’s seen the darker side of man. Who’s felt the raw brutality of the world. One who can bathe in the aftermath of her sins.

Humans would pretty much be wiped out, leaving the world in the hands of the straggling flesh-eaters and some really confused scorpions.

Goddamn, Wren, you were my heart, pumping life into a body that was mostly dead. You were everything to me. You are everything.

Because you’re not like the other girls. You’re wild. And hard. Unbreakable.

Thank you for reading my stories ❤️ Keri

Civilization has always been divided into those who have everything and those who have nothing. Even when the world goes to shit.

From the moment you fall in love with someone, your pain begins.

Falling in love means you have to be brave enough to accept the pain when it comes to stake its claim.

You don’t let your enemies walk in this world unless you plan to face them twice.

For the next two hours, I sit in horror, as Doctor Falkenrath cuts the man open, removing a bloody, gelatinous organ that he hands to me on a tray, instructing me to place it in a jar with some solution. I stare down at the red glob of meat that once served a vital purpose for the man laid out on the gurney.

There was a time I looked forward to his teachings, but my daily explorations have tugged my curiosity elsewhere. Okay, a boy has tugged my curiosity.

After all, darkness is when the monsters come out.

But there is no monster more terrifying than the human being who lacks compassion.