Monarch Sophie Lark Quotes

Because there it is, in black and white, captured forever on film.... how desperately I want her.

One thing you learn when you don’t like to talk that much is that other people are compelled to do it. They have to fill the emptiness. Which makes silence a powerful tool.

stealing time from other people is one of the rudest things you can do, because it is the scarcest commodity that any of us have,

That library was my child. I protected it, nurtured it, grew it for years.

Atlas IS MY FORTRESS; he is my castle. I’m safe right here with him.

For the first time in a long time, it feels like everything’s going to be okay.

Atlas seizes my wrist, dragging me back effortlessly until his lips press against my ear once more. His huge hand rests on the small of my back, palm burning against my bare skin as he growls, “Don’t you dare wear that dress for anyone but me.

When I’m with her, I forget that I’m scary to everyone else—even Amy sometimes. But never, I hope, to Elena.

Show up looking for a miracle, and how easy it is to convince you that’s exactly what you found.

There are two hearts in every soul; that’s what my mother used to say. And both of those hearts want things very, very badly. But only one of them will admit it.

I think about that for a moment. “You mean…people want things that conflict?” “What it means,” Atlas says, “is that we’re driven by impulses all the time, some very powerful. And some disguise themselves, pretending to be other things. So all of us are acting all the time, thinking we’re in charge. But none of us know what our secret heart wants or how it’s subtly influencing us.” “What did your mother want?” “She thought she wanted love, marriage, kids, this hotel…” “But what did she actually want?” Atlas sighs. “Freedom.” He looks so unhappy that I ask him, “Did she leave?” But Atlas shakes his head. “No. Because it’s not an off-on switch, one or the other. She wanted freedom. But she also wanted us. And so she stayed, but she did contrary and angry things because she was at war with herself. And when that other part of her was winning, it warred with us and, most of all, with my father. Because he had his dark side, too.

Stay with me,” I tell her, kissing her gently, caressing her face. “Be with me always. Live here. Love me. Let me love you.

It’s dangerous when looking into someone’s eyes makes you feel smarter and stronger and more beautiful. When their mirror makes a hero of you. Because then you might want to live up to it. You might do all sorts of wild things so that image of you in their eyes never fades, never tarnishes.

The lie comes easily. Truth and safety walk hand in hand, and some of us have rarely felt safe enough to tell the whole truth.

I’m a complete sucker for a good wink. Atlas’s was so sly and sexy, it just about knocked me off my feet. It was more than a wink—it’s another naughty secret between us.