Lucas Stranger Things Quotes

There was this one day, though, that I saw another side of Amanda. When someone pisses her off, she can get bitchy as hell.” Clara patted her knee. “Everyone gets moody from time to time. What you need to keep in mind is that it is probably not about you, and there is no reason for you to get upset. The best thing you can do is to get out of the line of fire. You don’t want to get hit just because you are there and make an easy target.

Eat shit!

Everyone gets moody from time to time. What you need to keep in mind is that it is probably not about you, and there is no reason for you to get upset. The best thing you can do is to get out of the line of fire. You don’t want to get hit just because you are there and make an easy target.

Eat shit!" -Lucas Sinclair

Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her mouth, the dry skin, the chapped lips, the sense that she really didn't give a damn what she looked like—those things had been strangers to her that first day. The day her kids hadn't come home from school. Now those lines, that hardness, had made themselves at home. It looked as if they planned to stay awhile. This shouldn't have

ARE MY CHILDREN still alive?" Sara Prague asked the question in a quiet, steady voice that he heard very clearly despite the noise around her. Cops coming and going, keyboards clicking, phones ringing. She looked haggard. Hard. She hadn't always, Vince figured. The worry lines bracketing her eyes, her mouth, the dry skin, the chapped lips, the sense that she really didn't give a damn what she looked like—those things had been strangers to her that first day. The day her kids hadn't come home from school. Now those lines, that hardness, had made themselves at home. It looked as if they planned to stay awhile. This shouldn't have happened to Sara Prague, a PTA mom whose world revolved around her kids. It shouldn't have happened to her husband. Mike, full-time plumber and part-time Little League coach. It shouldn't happen to anyone. Ever. Vince walked around his desk and eased Sara Prague into a cracked vinyl chair, ignoring the chaos around them. He poured her some stale coffee from the pot on the nearby stand, just as he had every day for the past three weeks. She came in here like clockwork—something the Center for Missing and Exploited Children had probably told her to do. He thought she would keep doing it, too. For years, if necessary. It wouldn't be necessary, though. She took the foam cup and sipped automatically. It was all part of their daily

Often, there was at least one good thing or quality that deserved gratitude. Finding this one thing and focusing on it was helpful, it allowed letting go of resentment with ease.

The necklace is for you either way. I just--I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I wanted to wait until things had calmed down.” Luca’s shoulders slumped a little as he looked down at the grass. He was taking her hesitation as a rejection. Cass tried to tell him yes, but what came out of her mouth was a mixture of a squeak and a whisper. She nodded her head rapidly, doing her best to fight back her tears. “I understand if you still aren’t ready.” Luca was talking to a patch of dead marigolds. He hadn’t even seen her nod. Cass cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes,” she said. This time she was slightly audible. She sniffed, dabbing at her eyes with her gloved hand. “I want to marry you. I’d like that very much.” He looked up, and Cass saw a million things reflected in his eyes--bronze sculptures, fields of wheat, wooden ships, glittering gold palazzos. The whole world. It was out there waiting for her, and she wanted to experience it with Luca. “You’d like that very much,” he repeated, as if he wasn’t quite sure he’d heard her right. Or perhaps he just couldn’t reconcile her answer with the tears streaming down her cheeks. Cass giggled. It came out as part laugh, part sob. “I love you,” she said. “When you first returned to Venice, you were a stranger. But now I can’t imagine being without you. I’m sorry I had to drive you away to recognize that what I want most in the world is to hold you close.” Bending down, Luca leaned his forehead against hers. Cass let her eyelids fall closed. His hair whispered across her skin as he kissed away her tears. His mouth touched each eyelid and then found her lips. He pressed one of her hands to his chest and reached out with his other to trace the curve of her cheek. His kiss was warm and sweet, with the promise of wonderful things to come.

What is it, Cass?” Falco asked. “What just happened?” Cass realized she was holding her breath. She exhaled slowly. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she said. Falco twisted her around to face him. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You can tell me anything, Cassandra.” “I’m, I have, when I was young, my parents--” She couldn’t figure out how to tell him the truth: that she was Luca’s, even though she didn’t want to be, that she and Falco could never be together the way they wanted. “I’m engaged,” she finally blurted out, feeling simultaneously terrified and relieved. “My fiancé is away, studying in France.” Falco nodded. “Of course you are. You’re a beautiful woman from a noble family. I’d be shocked to find out that your aunt hadn’t secured your future.” He looked at her expectantly as if he were waiting to hear more. “So you aren’t angry with me?” Cass buried her shaking hands in the folds of her skirts. How could he not be furious? She had lied to him. Well, practically. She had let him kiss her, even though she couldn’t be his bride. She had even kissed him back. Falco smiled at her through the dark. “Is that what’s been worrying you? No, starling. I’m not angry.” He pulled her body close to his again, burying his face in her hair. “You smell amazing,” he said. “Like roses and butterflies and cool spring mornings.” He held her hand up to his mouth, his fingers untying one of her lacy cuffs. Cass’s relief started to fade as Falco’s lips found the bare skin of her wrist. “Wait a minute.” She pulled away. “Why aren’t you angry with me? You and I, we kissed, we might have--” Cass couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Exactly how far would she have let things go if she hadn’t been ripped from her moment of fantasy by the stranger on the bridge? When he had loosened her bodice and reached beneath her chemise to stroke the skin of her upper back, all she had wanted was for him to loosen the rest of the laces. She definitely hadn’t been thinking about telling him to stop. Falco’s eyes gleamed in the night. “Go on. We might have what?