Kiersten White The Chaos Of Stars Quotes

And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.

I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its soltitude. I will be the desert.

I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

It's all a matter of perspective. And maybe we thought we were living one story, when if we look at it a little different, we can reframe everything - all out memories and attributes and experiences - and see that we're actually living a different story.

I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway.

So, I'm not strange anymore?" he asks. "What?" "You're riding in my car, which must mean I'm not a stranger anymore." "Actually, the more I'm around you, the stranger you get.

Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.

Love isn't magic. Just like my family, just like my place in the universe, it's something that I can't keep, can't make last. I would rather lose Ry before I ever have him.

My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it.

I was thinking about framing, and how so much of what we think about our lives and our personal histories revolves around how we frame it. The lens we see it through, or the way we tell our own stories. We mythologize ourselves. So I was thinking about Persephone's story, and how different it would be if you told it only from the perspective of Hades. Same story, but it would probably be unrecognizable. Demeter's would be about loss and devastation. Hades's would be about love.

What if I decide my destiny is someone else?' 'Then that's your decision and I would respect that. Also I know a whole lot of gods to smite whoever it is you choose instead of me.' 'You-' 'Kidding! Totally kidding. Mostly kidding. Okay, not really kidding

There's a reason cats were near deity in ancient Egypt. Dogs may be loyal, but cats are smart. This one must recognize our bond. You can take the cat ouf of Egypt, but you can't take Egypt out of the cat. Wow, I should have that embroidered on a pillow or something.

In the interest of not pissing you off anymore tonight, let's not select that particular playlist.

They're crystal blue, a shade that shouldn't exist on the human body, I shade I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster--almost as if I recognize it. I want to steal it, paint it, throw it into every room I ever decorate. It's the most perfect blue I've ever seen. Even from this distance his eyes are simply remarkable.

Some things, the best things, do last forever

Soap operas got nothing on my family history.

You’re pretty much everything I’ve thought of for a while now

No writing? Your muse isn't speaking to you?' 'She rarely does. International cell charges and whatnot. Besides which, she's flighty and nearly impossible to understand. And she says I always misinterpret her intentions.' 'Muses. What can you do, right?

I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.

He leans in, and I smile against his lips, finally give up and let his love flood in and carve the last of my stone heart into a new shape I’m only just discovering. Somehow it doesn’t feel like a surrender. It feels like a victory.

That’s the downside to San Diego. Once you live here, you never want to live anywhere else. Unfortunately everyone else already lives here.

Oh, glorious, glorious caffeine and sugar. I can make it through anything as long as I have enough of those two

Am I scared of the horrible things I know will happen to my kid to hurt him? Absolutely. But would I stop those things at the risk of taking away joy and growth and the absolute embracing of life? Never. Because I love this child for being mine,but I also love him for the being he will be, and I can't tell you how excited I am to watch him discover that for himself.

Oh, shut up. He is not saying that he's too good-looking to be friends with girls. But then again, yesterday at the beach, there were a high percentage of beach beauties sitting very close to us and/or sauntering repeatedly past. And he never looked up once. I snort. "You poor handsome thing. If only you were ugly, then girls wouldn't have to throw themselves at you all the time. I could break your perfect nose for you, if it'd make your life easier.

This is how it starts. This is how I set myself up for pain and tragedy and endings where I want eternities.

I kiss him, and I am reborn

I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its solitude. I will be the desert. I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my stone, swirling and eddying around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.

I’m already going to lose myself. I never want to have to deal with losing someone else, too.

Are you also morally opposed to being friends? Does that mysteriously lead to immediate babies, too?

Dude deserves to be castrated, if you ask me.' Ry chokes a bit, a strangled laugh. "Remind me never to piss you off.

I will make wherever I am my home. Or I’ll have no home at all. Either is better than living in a past and future where I don’t belong

Did you pray?" she asks. "For the last time," I say, narrowing my kohl-lined black eyes at her, "I refuse to pray to my own parents. It's ridiculous.

Scott seems nice...' 'He is. He's also a huge, huge dork. I love him. But seriously, if he's not back soon, it's over. I will propose to the next boy who walks by with anything edible

If you don't want to-I mean, genuinely are not attracted to me, do not think of me that way, cannot stomach the thought of touching me-then I would understand and I would never press the issue again. But that's not how you feel.' 'How do you know?' I snap. 'Because I'm very pretty.' I whip my head around to glare at him; he's smiling like he couldn't be more amused. 'You aren't that pretty.' 'I am to you...' 'You are unbelievable.' 'I am, aren't I?' 'Unbelievable arrogant.' 'Not arrogant. Confident. There's a difference.' 'Which you clearly do not understand.

I am more likely to end up romantically involved with his cat them him.' The glee falls offer her face, "You - what? Gosh, if I'd known you had a thing for long-haired Persians, I'd have set you up with my family's landlord.

I hate that I feel scared in a place where I should feel safe.

The fear of death can grow so large we let it keep us from living

I love it so much I might agree to skip past friends and dating and have it's little gyro babies

We must always have order in this house. Everything has a time and a purpose. If we maintain order..." "We never leave chaos an opening to creep in," I finish, and look up at her.

Are you lecturing me again, Orion? Is that what this is?' ... 'I would never dream of lecturing you. I just thought it was interesting to think about.' 'Mmm-hmm. And how many times did you practice how you'd phrase this little gem of wisdom when you told me/' He runs a had through his thick, dark curls. 'Ah, umm...who says I practiced it?' I raise a single eyebrow at him. 'Two. Maybe three. Five. Not more that five

Ha! No! You are still and ocean virgin, and today you lose you virginity!' 'I have the weirdest girlfriend alive,' Scott muses, staring up at the sky.

Sir, yes, sir!' Tyler jumps up mock-saluting. 'I love when you get bossy, it's kind of adorable

Opening night is in a week. Already announced to the papers, already sent out in the newsletter in fancy, glossy, full-color glory. Which means I have two days, max, to finish the framing—easily a week’s worth of work—and then four days for drilling the star maps I’ve already marked on the plywood, painting, wiring, installing, and finessing.Leaving me only one day—the day of the evening gala—to clean and get the actual exhibits set up. It’s impossible. I will make it happen or die trying. I don’t realize I’ve said that last part aloud until I notice Michelle’s horrified face.

I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its solitude. I will be the desert.

when we were old enough, Mom felt like she had given us all the tools she could to have happy lives, and she wanted us to do just that. Live. Make our own mythology, not be swallowed up by hers. Live the kind of happy, drama-free, painful and joyful mortal life she couldn't, and at the end of it come home to be ushered into our next life by the two people who brought us here in the first place. I know you think mortality is evidence that they don't care, but giving us the the ability to grow and change and progress and then finish? That was the greatest gift two ageless, eternal, very very stuck gods could think to give the children they love more than anything.

In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. --Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

Your name is who you are, what defines you. Ancient Egyptians even believed names themselves had power. You take away someone's name, or change it, you're taking away a part of them. You are your name.

But yes, love as cancer holds up quite well. Something that grows inside of you against your will and without your consent, slowly taking over more and more vital parts until it kills you. That fits nicely.

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.' His words hit me in the gut and my head spins. He's right. I've been choosing alone because it's safe and easy. It doesn't mean that I'm stronger or smarter than everyone else. Just that I'm...scared. I'm letting all of the hurt I've had over the last few years keep me from moving forward.

Ever faithful, Isis and her sister Nephthys searched all of Egypt and found . . . thirteen pieces. The fourteenth, Osiris’s penis, had been eaten by a fish. Industrious and undeterred, Isis just made him a new one. That magical penis went on to sire Horus, who carried on the good fight against Set and chaos. It also made Anubis.

I don’t know about forever. It’s not something that concerns me. And maybe Scott and I will get married and have fifty babies and be old and wrinkled together. Or maybe we’ll crash and burn and break up, and if it happens it’ll be devastating, but what we have now makes me happy. And I can live in that happy, and feel safe there, knowing that even if things change, I’ll always have had this. You know?

I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

The fear of death can grow so large we let it keep us from living. Birth and rebirth. Chaos and order. Life and death. Balance

But sometimes they were so caught up in the business of studying and preparing for the afterlife, they failed to live. Death loomed so heavily in their minds that they stopped being able to see anything but this final mystery, this final aspect of life they couldn't understand, couldn't control. The fear of death can grow so large we let it keep us from living. Birth and rebirth. Chaos and order. Life and death. Balance.