Lucy Score Quotes

There’s a difference between taking care of someone because you love them and taking care of someone because you want them to love you,

You’re the one who has to live your life. Don’t apologize to other people for the decisions you make for yourself.

At some point, you have got to stop worrying so much about what everyone else needs and start thinking about what you need.

When you trust someone to see you for who you really are, the betrayal is a thousand times worse than if you hadn’t handed them the weapons in the first place,

You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,

Being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you trust yourself to be strong enough to handle the hurt. It’s actually the purest form of strength.

You know what they say about fine. Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. And emotional,

This book is about the bravery it takes for us to love someone when we all know how every love story ends.

Sooner or later, you have to accept that you’re not responsible for other people’s choices. Worse, sometimes you can’t fix what’s wrong with them.

There are some things we never get over. Some things we hide from the light,

You make broken things whole again. Me. You made me whole. And every time you smile at me, I feel like I hit the lottery again.

Mistakes were meant to be learned from, overcome. They weren’t meant to destroy.

However, unpopular opinion here. You’re not responsible for how you were brought up, but you are responsible for your actions and reactions once you’re an adult.

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams.

You remembered,” she said softly. “I remember every second of us.

We both just wanted someone to love us enough to make up for all the times we hadn’t been enough.

If I could have chosen a son in this lifetime, it would have been you. Take care of my girls.

I’d lost myself while trying to convince someone else that I was what he wanted. I’d forgotten who I was because I’d let someone else take over the definition.

You’re telling me he’s a grumpy, overprotective hottie next-door and you’re not going to sleep with him? How wasteful.

Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe … You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.

Sometimes you don’t have to weigh every single pro and con. Sometimes the answer is the one that just feels right.

Grief had a way of infiltrating everything, even when you were prepared for it.

You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat others when things aren’t going well.

You can have anything you want. A big church wedding. A backyard barbecue. A five-figure wedding dress. But I have one demand.” Of course it was a demand and not a request. “What’s that?” “I want daisies in your hair.

Sometimes you have to stop waiting for something to happen and start making it happen,

He made me feel like I was special … He made me feel like he needed me. No one’s ever needed me.

Life is an adventure to be lived, not a series of repetitive days to survive.

Some people don’t know what to do with their pain,” Naomi said, looking out the window again. “So they take it out on whoever is nearby.

Because that’s what you fucking do when you love something. You show up. Even if you’re pissing your pants scared.

Loving you has been a touchstone for more than half my life. But being loved by you? That’s a fucking miracle. You, Pixie, are my fucking miracle.

Words have power. They make people feel things

Friends make friends better. We accept the bad parts, celebrate the good parts, and we don't torture you for your mistakes

Was there someone out there who would find me to be enough? Not too much or too little, but the person they’d been waiting for their whole life.

My wish for all of us is that we love whole-heartedly and are present enough in our relationships that when we part our only regret is quantity not quality. That we all understand that the pain of loss is what gives the rest of our life color and flavor and texture.

Baby, you need to stop obsessing about the things you should be doing and make some time for the shit you wanna do.

But I did know that sometimes a bad seed was just a bad seed. No matter what field it was planted in, no matter how it was tended, some just came up rotten.

He was tall, dark, and evil. I was short, fair, and awesome.

I just wish I woulda kept trying to look to the light instead of sinking into the dark,” he said. “A man can learn to live in that dark, but it’s no life.

You love me, you idiot. You’ve loved me since we were kids. You loved me even when I broke your trust. You loved me after I fixed it. You still love me.

Look, the point of a relationship isn’t hiding your stupid wounds and flaws. It’s about showing them to someone and letting them still love you. You were able to hurt her because she let you in.

If you want a six-story library full of medieval first editions, I’ll buy every book for you. If you want to raise a family here, I’ll move back and feed your asshole cat every morning.

So is setting an example for your niece about how she doesn’t need to turn herself inside out to be loved. How she doesn’t need to set herself on fire to keep someone else warm. Demanding to have your own needs met isn’t problematic—it’s heroic, and kids are watching. They’re always watching. If you set an example that tells her the only way she’s worthy of love is by giving everyone everything, she’ll internalize that message.

She was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and for a second, I wanted to know who the hell had given them to her so I could kick their ass.

And for the first time in my life, I felt like the hero instead of the villain.

You can’t put your worth in someone else’s hands like that. Whether those hands are stroking you or hurting you. It doesn’t matter. Your value comes from inside. Whether you mean something to him or not has nothing to do with how inherently valuable you are.

Because sometimes people don’t know how to ask for what they really need. You needed a hug.” “No. I didn’t,” he rasped. He was quiet for a long moment, and I listened to his heartbeat. “I needed you.

Some people could withstand the worst without it damaging their souls.

Don’t have to jump off the cliff to know you die at the bottom.

You’re mine and I’m yours. For better or worse.

I didn’t get anxious about shit. I made shit anxious about me.

Yeah. You do,” he countered. “Pain is what tells you you’re alive. You numb that, and how do you know you’re still here?

Don’t ever let a man you don’t like make decisions for you.

That vulnerability shit is just like respect. It’s earned.

Decide what you want. Be relentless in your pursuit of it. Because no one in this world is going to hand you what you want, no matter how much they love you or how well they know you.

What am I supposed to do, be all ‘woe is me’ for the rest of my life? I still get access to the same sunrises everyone else does, the same 24 hours in a day. And if I don’t take advantage of those things, it’s my own fault.

Confidence comes from knowing that whatever the situation, you know you'll make the best of it. Confidence is certainty in your ability to rise.

There’s no life-work balance. Okay? Get it? It’s all life. You get the same twenty-four hours as the next girl. Fill yours with what you love.

This book is about the bravery it takes for us to love someone when we all know how every love story ends. It’s about choosing love over fear again and again. It’s about showing up and being brave even when we know it’s going to hurt like hell.

Whenever you’re close, everything is better. The closer you are, the easier I breathe, the less I feel like life is just a never-ending pour of lemon juice into an open wound that won’t heal. You take away the dark, the cold. And you remind me what it’s like to want to be here.

There were things a person never got over. We both just wanted someone to love us enough to make up for all the times we hadn't been enough. It felt like such a waste that we could feel the way we did, but neither of us could be that person for the other.

Lucian was the type to methodically and creatively destroy your life

Broken men broke women.

I can still be sad. But I don’t have to wallow or completely ignore the good that is still waiting for me. That’s careless and wasteful.

People’s opinions of me are none of my business.

You’re everything I always wanted and never thought I deserved.

The first time he met me, he called me trash.” “That bitch.” “Well, technically he thought I was Tina when he was yelling at me in front of an entire cafe full of strangers.” “That vision-impaired bitch.

The worst thing that ever happened to you is still the worst thing that ever happened to you. You don’t have to feel guilty that something even worse didn’t happen. That’s really fuckin’ stupid.

Yep,” I squeaked. “Totally fine. Just a…charley horse.” In my vagina, I added silently.

From here on out, if anyone says they have a right to decide what to do with your body, kid, you kick ’em in the ass, then come find me,” Knox told her.

I don’t love to hate you.” The words, spoken softly, brought me to a halt.

Likes? That was easy. “Bad tempered cats, books, and comfy pants,” I muttered as I typed.

Losing is never the end of the world. Losing is where the learning starts.

I’m going to tell you something that you and your brother both need to know, and I need this to resonate in your soul,” I said. His eyes locked on mine. Well, more on my mouth than my eyes. But it was good enough. “You’re both idiots.

Always finding the good in even the ugliest places.

You shaved,” she said when I remained silent. I ran my hand over my jaw and grinned. “Thought it would make for a smoother ride.

Good. Heed my words. Don’t ever let a man you don’t like make decisions for you.

There's a difference between taking care of someone because you love them and taking care of someone because you want them to love you

How are you going to live a full life if you can’t take a full breath?

we’re going to have the bad. It’s guaranteed. And the only way to survive it is to hold on to as much of the good as possible.

That’s parenting. We’re all doing our best. We’re exhausted, confused, and feeling like we’re constantly being judged by everyone else who looks like they’ve got it all figured out. But no one does. We’re all just making it up as we go.

You’re mine and I’m yours. For better or worse.” She sagged against me for a moment. “Only Lucian Fucking Rollins would think he could order a woman into a committed relationship.” “I’m just cutting through the bullshit.

Being alone meant not having to pretend to be okay.

Single moms were the world’s unsung fucking heroes.

Sometimes when you don’t know what’s possible, you can’t hope for it yourself.

Family doesn’t stop being family just because one of you does shitty things.

Maybe. I don’t know. Being around you feels like a never-ending boxing match, and I keep getting hit in the nuts.

Sooner or later, my friend, you’ll learn that embracing the messiness of life is where you find its greatest treasures.

You know what they say,” Mom said, tugging my sister to her feet. “Chardonnay is the most important meal of the day.

Your gun is digging into me.” “That’s not my gun,” I said through clenched teeth.

You stick to your ring of hell, and I’ll stick to mine,” I agreed. “Perfect solution.” She yanked the conference room door open.

What’s anyone’s problem? Baggage. People meet, sparks fly, then they spend all their time trying to hide who they really are so they can stay attractive. Then we’re surprised when it doesn’t work out.” She had a point. “If everyone just introduced themselves with their baggage, imagine how much time we’d save.

Sloane Walton, I have loved you for so long I don’t remember what my life was like before my heart was yours. It’s changed over the years. But I’ve loved you as a friend, an enemy, a lover. It would be my greatest honor in this lifetime if you would let me love you as my wife.

Girl, I don’t know what’s happening right now, but I’m a nurse and if you don’t go home with Tall, Dark, and Tight Crotch, I’m gonna check you for head trauma.” The man next to her nodded. “I’m her husband, and even I think Suit Guy is fucking hot.” “Noted,” I said.

Just goes to show you can say anything you want, but that don’t make you a different person than what you are down deep.

Just so you know for future purposes, this abduction could have been a text or an email.

You’re allowed to have needs. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You’re allowed to make decisions- it’s your life. You’re beautiful, big-hearted, [and] intelligent

It was one of those moments when I had to take a mental step back and wonder when the hell I’d turned into an adult. And when the hell would I start feeling like one.

I don’t think my heart is safe around you.

Magpie, when you deal with everything on your own, you’re robbing the people who care about you of their chance to be there for you, with you.

You type like a Clydesdale.

Don’t overestimate my control or underestimate your appeal, Ally.” And just like that, I was back in Put Your Dick in Me Town. “Geez, Dom.

At the end of the day, your quality of life is determined by the people you surround yourself with.

You love me. You love me, and yet you're content to never try. That's not sad. That's pathetic.

I know I’m a handful. I know I’m a lot. But it’s not my fault if people can’t keep up.

Daisy, you gave him a choice. It doesn’t matter how shitty the options are. It’s still his choice to make. He could spend the rest of his life with you or without you. He didn’t give you a choice when he hurt you.

You went to Lucian for advice? That guy is one typewriter away from The Shining. I mean, it’s great that he owns his fucked-upness, but he’s the guy you go to for stock tips or to make someone disappear. He’s not the guy you go to for advice on women.

I am a woman. Two weeks ago, I had cramps so bad I had to lie down on the floor of the public restroom at the mechanic’s garage. And then I had to get back up and go do my job for eight hours.

It was a feeling. Some kind of magic. A rightness, I guess. It definitely didn’t make any logical sense. On paper we couldn’t be more ill-suited to each other. But there was something so right about how it felt to be with him.

Lucian was the kind of handsome that made women wonder if he’d made some pact with the devil. Dark hair. Dark, smoldery eyes. Dark suit. He gave off hints of power, wealth, and secrets like a cologne.

Can I get you a drink?” Rude Sex Hair was back. “I don’t know. Can you?” I shot back. “We’re fresh out of the blood of children, Satan. How about something that matches your personality?” She was saying the words nicely. Sweetly even. “I’ll have a—” “Unsweetened iced tea,” she filled in for me. Bitter. Boring. Bland.

I guess some of us just don’t recognize how valuable our time is here. How we shouldn’t spend our time mourning our loss, but thanking our lucky stars we had someone wonderful in our lives for no matter how long.

It’s not really impressive when there isn’t another option. What am I supposed to do, be all ‘woe is me’ for the rest of my life? I still get access to the same sunrises everyone else does, the same 24 hours in a day. And if I don’t take advantage of those things, it’s my own fault.

I fucking love you,” I whispered to her. She opened her mouth, but I shook my head. “Nope. You don’t get to say it back yet. Figure I have at least a week of telling you before I’ll deserve to hear it back. Got it?

You want someone you can trust with your nightmares. Not just your dreams. She showed you her nightmare, and you walked

You’re only looking at the obstacles. You gotta start looking at solutions.

Oh, you must be the lying, cheating, piece of garbage ex-wife. Bless your heart,

I want daisies in your hair.

Was it weird that she was terrified and turned on at the same time? Could Nick fight off an intruder if most of his blood was in his pants?

Eyes that made me think of forest floors and open fields.

Some things are tougher than others to get over,

Don’t waste your time in relationships that lack respect.

He shrugged. “Chivalry. Humble beginnings. You talk like you read the dictionary for fun.

For being a shitty team player and having a craptastic attitude. Newsflash, you want to act like a jerk, do it at home to your parents who made you this way. Now, run.

Now was a clusterfuck, the fuckiest clusterfuck in the history of clusterfuckery.

This hormone thing,” he said, gently wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs. “How long does it last?” “I guess we’ll find out,” I sobbed.

He was leaking precum like it was a competitive sport. And I. Was. Here. For. It.

I tapped the folder again. Debating. What the hell. I had a few minutes for an argument.

my oldest enemy stirred. Hope. Some of us didn’t get the luxury of hope. Some of us weren’t worthy of it.

Shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” I ordered.

Sometimes in order to build things back up, you gotta tear them down to the studs.

People meet, sparks fly, then they spend all their time trying to hide who they really are so they can stay attractive. Then we’re surprised when it doesn’t work out.

There’s a difference between taking care of someone because you love them and taking care of someone because you want them to love you,” she continued.

You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,” Stef said.

She’d saved his life, then saved him a taco. If this wasn’t love, he knew jack shit about romance.

It was a shame the universe didn’t tell you when you were in the middle of the best years of your life.

Maybe it’s about experiencing it all. The good, the bad, and everything in between.

She turned to Knox. “And you were right about Nash getting hurt and now you’re both mad at each other for that.” “Well, breakfast didn’t help,” Knox admitted. Naomi closed her eyes. “Is that why you were such a bridezilla with the florist yesterday?” “Baby’s breath is stupid. Fight me,” he said.

Why did you provoke me?” she asked. “You make me feel things. And after going long enough without feeling anything, feeling something – even if it’s anger or adrenaline – is better than the nothing.

Not gonna lie, I was kind of surprised to find out the books she curled up with every weekend had so much dick in them.” “Well, I do like to write the dick,” I said awkwardly. I really needed to work on my small talk.

You say it as loud as you want to in your head. You let it come out of your eyes, your pores, every exhale, but you do not say it on the field again. You’re fuckin’ better than that, Way. You’ve got a temper, but there’s a hell of a lot more power in controlling it than letting it fly. Use it, or it’ll use you.

I basked in her disdain.

I don’t want you anywhere near that shithole,” he insisted. “That’s what she said,” she shot back. “Not funny.

Get used to it, kid. Sometimes we all gotta do things we don’t want to.

But Nash struck me as the settling-down type, and I was allergic to relationships. -Angelina Solavita

Some things are worth more than money.

Even on my best day, I’m too much and yet not enough.

What the hell kind of name was that? Was it a hard Knox life? Did he tell a lot of Knox Knox jokes? Was it short for something? Knoxwell? Knoxathan?

Oooh. Grumpy next-door neighbor. That’s one of my favorite tropes.

Stay.

The point isn’t to get through life unscathed. It’s to throw yourself into it and experience every drop of it. Get scarred, get scared, soar high, love whenever possible.

It’s okay. You can hang on to me. I won’t break.

You. Only you. Always you.

Her smile was a sunbeam that warmed the darkest corners of my heart.

There’s a fine line between annoyance and ‘damn, I really want to get that naked,’” he pointed out.

We’re both on dates, and you’re telling me that if I quit my job—a job that is essential to my family’s survival—that you’ll be happy to fuck me,” I summarized.

I wasn’t looking for you. But I still found you.

When you have everything to lose, you'll do anything to keep it," I said darkly.

You drive me insane. I donʼt want to be with you, but all you have to do is walk into a room and I canʼt help myself.

I’m deeply in love with my husband, but my goodness, Lucian. You look like sex in a suit,

And for the first time in my life, I realized what she must have felt at sixteen, her window open, the whispers of my own pain carried to her on the night breeze.

Nearly every memory I have of you involves books.

My biological instincts were scrambled. Instead of fight or flight, my body seemed to have added a third option: fuck.

You’re going to miss those orgasms when you meet Mr. Right. There are some things only Mr. Wrong can deliver.

When you trust someone to see you for who you really are, the betrayal is a thousand times worse than if you hadn’t handed them the weapons in the first place.

A woman who could see through your bullshit was a blessing and a curse.

Our eyes locked and held. And in hers I saw my future.

Stop seeing Sloane and the job is yours.” “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Nolan said. “Okay, seriously? You hate her guts but you don’t want her dating anyone else? Even you have to realize how unhealthy that is,” I said. “I never claimed to be healthy,” Lucian said in his scary voice. “Then why the hell am I taking advice from you?” I demanded. “How the hell should I know?” “Bunch of feral assholes,” Nolan muttered, storming out of my office.

Someone once told me in this very room that it doesn’t matter how shitty the options are. It’s still a choice.” “I think that guy also told you that there’s a man out there who knew on his best day he was never gonna be good enough for you.

We read rom-coms to escape the depressing reality of the state of our love lives. We're ether single and looking for 'the one' but drowning in a feeding frenzy of swipes, hope-crushing hookups, and outright lies. Or we're in a long-term relationship that's gotten staler than that sleeve of saltines we found under the kitchen sink. We don't need realistic.

He’s also got that whole broody thing going right now. Like the man’s got storm clouds in his head and he’s just lookin’ for a little sunshine.” “Yeah, well, he can go find his vitamin D someplace else.” And so would I. Ha. Solid inner monologue dick joke.

Is this one of those places where you pay people to be assholes to you?” I asked my mother. “Oh, honey. I’m doing this for free.” Sex Hair batted thick lashes in my direction. I opened my mouth to destroy her.

You’re wired to want a man who’s going to live up to every one of those heroes you read about. The ones who fight for their woman, who drag her off into dark corners because they can’t stand not touching her a moment longer. The ones who would do anything for her. That’s what you want.

Sometimes you have to say no to everyone else so you can say yes to what’s important to you.

Is DEFCON One or Five worse?” I asked in a squeak.

I really needed to stop consuming dairy products. This had to be some kind of hormonal effect from too much glorious cheese.

there’s only so many times you can shut somebody out before they stop trying to get in.

a woman needs a man who’s willing to put down the game controller and pick up the damn dry cleaning without being asked six times.

Most importantly I learned that our real strength is in vulnerability. In facing and living the truth no matter who’s watching. That is where we are strongest

You owe her nothing. You can’t live your whole life protecting people who don’t fucking deserve it.

It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend. Aunt Naomi ’n me are used to people not wanting us.

Sooner or later, you have to accept that you're not responsible for other people's choices. Worse, sometimes you can't fix what's wrong with them.

Thanks for the dance, Angel.

You think I’m dumb enough to let you two go?” “Uh, yeah,” Waylay, Lucian, and Nash said together.

As for you, I’m not a man to be truffled with. Your boyfriend should have known that. "Trifled,” Nikos corrected. “Truffle is a goddamn mushroom, you fucking idiot.

Sometimes you don’t need a history to see the future

Why couldn’t mean people be ugly on the outside, too?

What can I do for you, boss?” “Just keep being your belligerent self, and sooner or later, my mother will realize she made a terrible mistake.” “I don’t know about that. She kept you around.

She was clawing her way through the pain, but what lay beyond that didn’t seem worth the fight yet. Maybe someday she wouldn’t feel like her smile was painted on. Maybe someday she would remember what it was like to laugh. Maybe someday the hole wouldn’t be so big.

I can’t believe you got me out of bed with Naomi for this,” Knox complained. “Same here.” “Your brother was in bed with Lina,” Lucian tattled. “The fuck he was. The fuck you were,” Knox said, swinging my way. “Don’t you fucking start,” I warned. “I told you to stay away from her.

But the point of working hard isn’t really getting people to notice how hard you work. It’s about giving it your all and being able to walk away with no regrets. Doing a good job shouldn’t be so someone else tells you that you did good. It should be about you feeling good about your effort.

My problem is while I wasted five minutes of my life getting to know you, my car was towed.” “You sure?” “No. I never have any idea where I park my car. I just leave them everywhere and buy new ones when I can’t find them.

Where are we going? Are we going to go do something crazy?” she asked, bouncing on her toes and looking hopeful. Drunk Remi was also Do Something Crazy Remi, which was exactly why no one else was going to get the chance to walk her home.

I didn’t have to be out there making a difference for thousands of people in order to matter. I could make my difference one person at a time. Starting with me. There was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. And that was the secret, I realized. It didn’t matter what my salary was. Whether or not I had a corner office and an assistant. This feeling, this contentment, was what mattered most.

I owe you zero explanations. You need to leave.” “Not until you explain this,” I said, drilling my finger into the paper. He glanced down at it, then reached into his desk drawer and did something I didn’t expect. The son of a bitch put on a sexy pair of reading glasses. It was like the universe was mocking me. The hot guy who rocked my world between the sheets and wore reading glasses was the one man I didn’t want.

For fuck’s sake. They can’t get together.” He pointed at Nash. “This idiot practically has ‘put a fuckin’ ring on it’ tattooed on his fucking ass” Then he jerked his chin in my direction. “And that pain in the ass has ‘love ‘em and leave ‘em’ tattooed on hers.

Well, I’ve got news for you, Lucian. No one feels worthy. Everyone feels like an imposter. It doesn’t matter what family you come from, your net worth, or how many powerful friends owe you favors. None of that is going to make you feel like you deserve to be here.” “Everyone? I find that hard to believe.” “The ones who don’t? The ones who think they deserve it all? Those are the ones you have to watch out for. Those are the ones who inflict the real damage. They’re the ones who don’t spend years in therapy trying to better themselves. They’re the ones who don’t bother asking themselves if they’re the good guy or the bad guy.

You get to decide how you show up in this world. No one else gets to dictate to you who you are,” Stef said. I knew he was saying it for Waylay’s benefit, but the truth resonated deep down inside me too. I’d lost myself while trying to convince someone else that I was what he wanted. I’d forgotten who I was because I’d let someone else take over the definition.

She had fucking flowers in her hair. The woman was a romantic. Another strike against her in my book. Romantics were the hardest women to shake loose. The sticky ones. The ones who pretended they could handle the whole “no strings” deal. Meanwhile, they plotted to become “the one,” trying to con men into meeting their parents and secretly looking at wedding dresses.

Your father and I did everything we could to help Tina be happy and healthy. But it wasn’t her path. And it took years, but we finally understood that it wasn’t our path to turn her into someone she’s not. We did our best with your sister. But Tina’s choices are not a measure of our worth. It’s a tough lesson, but we got it.

So these Kings and Queens entered the thicket, and before they had gone a score of paces, they all remembered that the thing they had seen was called a lamppost, and before they had gone twenty more, they noticed that they were making their way not through branches but through coats. And next moment they all came tumbling out of a wardrobe door into the empty room, and they were no longer Kings and Queens in their hunting array but just Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy in their old clothes. It was the same day and the same hour of the day on which they had all gone into the wardrobe to hide. Mrs. Macready and the visitors were still talking I the passage; but luckily they never came into the empty room and so the children weren’t caught. And that would have been the very end of the story if it hadn’t been that they felt they really must explain to the Professor why four of the coats out of his wardrobe were missing. And the Professor, who was a very remarkable man, didn’t tell them not to be silly or not to tell lies, but believed the whole story. “No,” he said, “I don’t think it will be any good trying to go back through the wardrobe door to get the coats. You won’t get into Narnia again by that route. Nor would the coats be much use by now if you did! Eh? What’s that? Yes, of course you’ll get back to Narnia again someday. Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia. But don’t go trying to use the same route twice. Indeed, don’t try to get there at all. It’ll happen when you’re not looking for it. And don’t talk too much about it even among yourselves. And don’t mention it to anyone else unless you find that they’ve had adventures of the same sort themselves. What’s that? How will you know? Oh, you’ll know all right. Odd things they say--even their looks--will let the secret out. Keep your eyes open. Bless me, what do they teach them at these schools?” And that is the very end of the adventures of the wardrobe. But if the Professor was right, it was only the beginning of the adventures of Narnia.