Mgg Quotes

Too young to party, just odd enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder. Story of my life.

Love only yourself a little bit longer, until you can't stand not to love someone else.

Pretending something doesn't matter doesn't make it matter less.

Nothing hurts you unless you let it.

His world looked like a storm. I was going to be its center.

And you're late." "I prefer chronologically challenged.

Luckily for us, I've never met a bad idea I did not immediately embrace like the dearest of friends.

Sometimes, the most dangerous people were the ones you trusted most.

Words can lie. See beyond them.

Your statistical track record for decision-making is somewhat concerning.

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

The most important words a man can say are, "I will do better.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

I will never forget your fire. I can't wait to see what you do.

That's why you can't give up. Heroes don't give up.

That's what trust is. It's about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.

I wold never call loving someone else a weakness. I think living without love at all, any kind of love, is weakness. And the worst kind of darkness.

Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.

You know that just because you ignore something, that doesn't make it go away.

Dance it off.

Fear can be a good thing. Fear doesn't let you forget.

Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.

Luck was fine and well, but I didn't need it. I had a plan.

She wanted to be herself at all costs.

And when he broke, it was a miracle he managed to find all the pieces of himself again.

You don't believe the sky is falling until a chunk of it falls on you.

Love wasn't about being right or wrong, but about standing up and helping when your partner's back was bowed.

It was a dreadful thing to see. Humans beings can be awful cruel to one another.

It don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway.

The question," she replied, "is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.

Every day you say something or do something that challenges me, changes me.

Did you know that New Hampshire has more hamsters per capita than any other state?

I earned those scars. I'm keeping them.

You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

You think you walk, Lucy? I think you fly. You see yourself in a uniform? I see you in a cape. You're a hero, of the quietest but most genuine nature.

I never leave the house with just one knife. Seriously. Do I look like a one-knife kind of girl?

He hadn't changed in one giant leap, but across a million little steps.

I had a splinter once," Shallan noted. "It eventually got out of hand.

Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.

You can't ever have my books.

It is always the gentle ones I fear for the most, those willing to bare their hearts, who grieve for others and feel happy for others’ happiness.

We certainly are an odd bunch." "Yes. Seven people. Odd.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

Risk is part of the game.

That’s the thing about evil. You don’t need to be it to do it. It doesn’t have to consume all of you. It can be small. All you have to do is let it exist.

Use your eyes. Use your ears. Use your brains---if you've got any. And, if necessary--act.

When any worthwhile thing is done in the world, it's usually done by somebody weird.

She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.

Monsters are more dangerous when they're afraid.

But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.

The truth costs. Lies cost more.

Hope is a delicate thing. A dangerous thing.

You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by.

He had a dream and it shot him.

Apparently she's got revenge on her mind, and it's really annoying when people try to talk at you while you're feeling murderish.

If nobody asked questions, then we would never learn anything.

If you listen to your fears, you will die never knowing what a great person you might have been.

Life is full of drowning people, reading and willing to drown you, too.

He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.

After every unladylike action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.

But sometimes you cope by wasting time, yes?

Sometimes a crime is an act of heroism.

It is not perfection we seek, for perfection is impossible. It is instead consistency.

I still don't have all the answers, but I'm no longer afraid to confront the questions.

I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices.

You can't pray a lie--I found that out.

Sometimes I feel this summer as if I were walking through the green meadow again, idly, aimlessly, unthinking and unguided.

He was composed, polite, and intelligent. All the things a prince should be.

I realized death isn't the worst thing. It's the last thing. And endings are hard, that's all.

I do not fear pain.

I'm so storming clever that half the time, even I can't follow what I'm talking about.

Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I've practiced.

Because my mother taught me that, in spite of everything, I must choose goodness.

The truth is usually inappropriate.

The distance is nothing, when one has a motive.

THE EVENTS IN THIS BOOK ARE REAL. NAMES ANS PLACES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE LORIEN, WHO REMAIN IN HIDING. OTHER CIVILIZATIONS DO EXIST. SOME OF THEM SEEK TO DESTROY YOU.

Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.

It is a valuable thing for an intelligencer to be forgotten.

None of them knew the color of the sky.

She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before.

Happiness is important. Fun is everything.

I'm not crazy; I'm curious.

I am often told I defy expectations.

Home is the people who love you.

But that's the thing about being the girl who's spent years convincing the world she's not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you're afraid of everything.

You gwyne to have considerable trouble in yo' life, en considerable joy. Sometimes you gwyne to git hurt, en sometimes you gwyne to git sick; but every time you's gwyne to git well agin.

You lose track of time when you're deep in conservation with an otherworldly being made of pure Loric energy.

Shut your cake hole, you revolting young blot.

We like the shadows. That's where all the power is.

It’s college,” Charlotte says with a shrug. “‘Smart but a bad influence’ describes like half the student body.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words from stupid Russian kidnappers can never hurt me.

Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

Once you take the cat out of the bag, you can't cram it back in.

Watching the abuse and worry he dealt with firsthand made me see how time and fear could shape a person into someone who is, by most accounts, evil.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.

The sum total of stupid people is somewhere around the population of the planet. Plus one.

Nobody is any authority of the fucks other people give.

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant, was hers, to torture her as it was doing then with the biting which her impassioned, newly awakened being demanded.