Rossi Quotes

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

She looked up. “A world of nevers under a never sky.” She fit in well then, he thought. A girl who never shut up.

People can be cruelest to those they love.

Love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and earth and everything in between.

Fall off your own roof.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.

Do you ever miss anything?' Perry smiled. 'You, all the time.

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you, I miss you. Be ready, because when I see you, I'll never let you go again.

She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

Recovery feels like shit. It didn't feel like I was doing something good; it felt like I was giving up. It feels like having to learn how to walk all over again.

There are other things I'd rather do when I'm alone with you." Time to step off the edge. "Then do them.

Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever." "I could never do that". She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear. "Your scent is like violets early in spring," he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it was true, he sounded like the worst kind of fool.

She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.

Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.

Fear is dangerous. It sparks violence much faster than anger.

Life can take so many twists and turns. You can’t ever count yourself out. Even if you’re really afraid at some point, you can’t think that there’s no room for you to grow and do something good with your life.

We all have the potential to do terrible things. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes.

Roar leaned across the table and smiled at her seductively, his dark hair falling into his eyes. 'When you say everything happens in the Realms, do you mean everything?' Aria laughed nervously.'Yes. Especially that.There are no risks in the Realms.' Roar's smile widened. 'You simply think it and it happens? And it actually feels real?' 'Why are we talking about this?' 'I need a Smarteye,' he said.

A good dream was something you clung to until the last moment before waking.

Aria... everyone feels lost and low. It's how a person acts that makes them different

It didn't matter if Aria was hundreds of miles away, or whether she'd hurt him, or said goodbye, or anything else. Nothing would change the way he felt. The moment Aria had taken his hand on the roof at Marron's, she'd changed everything. No matter what happened, she'd always be the one.

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

It's hard to follow a person's logic if you don't know how they feel.

He kissed her slowly. Everything went slowly so he could follow her temper, and search into her eyes. When they joined, her scent was brave and strong and certain. Perry took it into himself, breathing her breath, feeling what she felt. He'd never known anything as right.

Scars remind us where we've been. They don't have to dictate where we're going

What I was trying to say,” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that means enough, because you’re everything to me.

The more I try to catch up, the farther I fall behind.

True nobility isn't about being better than anyone else; it's about being better than you used to be.

How do you restart something that had never been turned off?

He brought a sense of rightness. She felt it every moment she spent with him. Even the wrong ones. Even the painful ones, like now.

Average. It was the worst, most disgusting word in the English language. Nothing meaningful or worthwhile ever came from that word.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

Roar's smile widened. "I know. You missed me." She rolled her eyes. "It's barely been three weeks since I last saw you." "Miserable stretch of time." He said.

Try to sleep. Tomorrow’s coming, whether we worry about it or not.

Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten.” Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. “No chance, my yeti man, I’d rather be frostbitten.” “Let me be your snowman. Come live in my igloo.” “I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you.

It's time, Perry". He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.

And in life, at least her new life, chances were the best she could hope for. They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, WERE life.

You drink from a rabbit and you think I smell?

There is no way forward that isn’t through pain.

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock.

Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.

Oh, this was champ. She’d found herself a Savage prince. Don’t laugh, she told herself. Don’t laugh, Aria.

Ideals belong in a world only the wise man can understand," Marron said quietly.

He's so unlucky it's almost lucky," Gren said. "It's like he has reverse luck." "He's reverse good-looking, too" said Hyde. "I'm going to reverse punch you," Strag said to his brother. "That was reverse smart, man. It means you're going to punch yourself.

That was my first kiss," she said. "My first real one." He brought his head close, resting his forehead on hers. Blond waves fell around her face, soft against her cheeks. His chest rose and fell as he drew in a breath. "Felt like the first real one for me, too.

Fine," she said, and frowned. Monosyllabicism. An Outsider disease, and she'd been infected.

She found it curious and frightening that she could deeply dislike someone she didn’t even know. It wasn’t her. At least, it wasn’t how she used to be.

In the sounds of the night Aria heard footsteps, far off and faint, but she recognized them instantly. She shot into the darkness, letting her ears guide her. She followed the crunch of his feet on stones and small twigs, coming faster, louder, as his walk became a jog, then a run. She chased the sounds until all she heard was his heartbeat and then his breath and his voice, right by her ear, telling her, in tones as warm as fire, exactly the words she wanted to hear.

Roar's mouth pulled into a smile - a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks. "Beautiful, huh?" She drew her hand away, giving him a small push on the shoulder. "Don't act surprised." "I'm not. Always nice to be reminded, though.

Liv or love?" she asks. I brush her hair away from her neck and rest my hand there, feeling the beating of her pulse. "Either," I answer. "They're the same to me.

You know, glass is pretty easy to break, Aria." Roar was watching here, his gaze thoughtful.

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own?

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perry's heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

I had to find a relationship with someone who could simultaneously make me grow up and keep me forever young.

Perry. I want to see your back." Another surprise, but he nodded and turned away. Dropped his head forward and took the moment to try and calm his breath. He jerked when she traced the shape of the wings on his skin, a groan sliding out of him. Perry silently cursed himself. He couldn't have sounded more savage if he'd tried. "Sorry," she whispered... "He's magnificent. Like you," she added softly. That was what did it.

Can you believe I have a favorite cave?

You broke me in half when you left.

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life

What brought you out here Aria?” he asked. She looked up, right into his eyes. “I needed to find you.” “I know,” he said. “The second I left you, I felt the same way.

It was a message from her. A reminder—here among hundreds of people—of a moment that had been theirs alone.

I won't be chased by the sky.

Life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone

And I somehow always felt less lonely when I was completely alone.

There's a fine line between being private and being ashamed.

Fine. Then I love you, my little Night Crawler.

We lose and lose, but we're still here. Shaking in place, afraid of doing something. I'm tired of settling for this because I don't know if something better exists. It has to. What point is there otherwise? I can do something about it now. And I will.

Most important, in order to find real happiness, you must learn to love yourself for the totality of who you are and not just what you look like.

When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.

The wise ask questions, Perry. The weak doubt.

People are imperfect, but that doesn’t mean they spoil like milk.

We have to tell each other the little things, the bad things. Maybe they’ll hurt for a while, but at least they won’t become big things. If we don’t, we’re just going to keep hurting each other. And I don’t want to do that anymore.

Restriction generates yearning. You want what you cannot have.

You don't have to be emaciated or vomiting to be suffering. All people who live their lives on a diet are suffering.

Even when I took first prize, topped the class, won the race, I never really won anything. I was merely avoiding the embarrassment of losing.

Tell me what to say. What can I say to make you want me the way I want you?

Come back with me, Aria. Be with me.

He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips.

I want to kiss you,” he said. Forget pride. He wanted her too much “Can I?” She nodded. “You don’t’ ever have to ask me that again. I’ll always say yes.

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame[...] I think the bird is the connection between us... I'd do anything for him.

I highly recommend inviting the worst-case scenario into your life.

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame. He looked up, meeting her eyes. 'I'm called Peregrine. Like the falcon. People call me Perry.' She smiled. 'We're alike, Perry. My voice is called a falcon soprano.' His hand brushed past her cheek and slid into her hair. 'We're the same, Aria.

Will you stay? I think I'd sleep better if you stayed here tonight. Then we could miss them together.

Listen closely...this is the most important thing you need to know while you're here. Do not eat the haddock. They've been overcooking it terribly.

Soren huffed. “I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms.” “She was looking at you because you’re built like a bull.” Soren’s laugh was nervous, clipped. “Is that good?” “It’d be great if she were a cow.

He watched as she pressed the berry to her lower lip. He kept looking at her mouth after she'd done it. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't. "Right. Good. If there's no stinging, you'd put it to your tongue." Perry shot to his feet before he finished the words, nearly tripping over himself. He ran a hand over his head, feeling skitty, like he needed to laugh or run or do something. He picked up a stone and tossed it into the creek, trying to get the image of her tasting the berry out of his mind.

She could look at him forever. She could spend her life watching him just blink and breathe that near to her.

Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors she loved.

I don't know where this pressure came from. I can't blame my parents because it has always felt internal. Like any other parent, my mother celebrated the A grades and the less-than-A grades she felt there was no need to tell anybody about. But not acknowledging the effort that ended in a less than perfect result impacted me as a child. If I didn't win, then we wouldn't tell anyone that I had even competed to save us the embarrassment of acknowledging that someone else was better. Keeping the secret made me think that losing was something to be ashamed of, and that unless I was sure I was going to be the champion there was no point in trying. And there was certainly no point to just having fun.

Becoming a leader wasn’t easy. It had to be earned, and that only happened over time.

Normal" isn't an adjective you wish to hear after putting that much effort into making sure it was spectacular.

Perry never understood that phrase not to mention. It was mentioned.

Yes. Of Course… I’ll always…Like you, Aria." He grinned, because he sounded like fool. He loved her-down to his soul-and he was going to tell her sometime. But not with Talon’s knee digging into his kidney.

If we get to the Still Blue,” Soren said, “we should look at how to make more people like you, Aria.” She laughed. “Make more people like me? You mean half-breeds?” “No. I mean people who are forgiving and optimistic and things like that.

in other words, accept yourself. love your body the way it is and feel grateful towards it. most importantly, in order to find real happiness, you must learn to love yourself for the totality of who you are and not just what you look like

Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming les consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness. She wanted that for him. More life. More happiness.

His eyes were heavy with desire, but she saw something else. A gleam that made her suspicious. "What?" she asked. His hand slid to her hips. "You're incredible." "That's not what you were thinking." "Was so. I always think that." He leaned in, twisting a strand of her hair around his finger as he kissed her bottom lip. "But I was also wondering what you were doing around Butter today. Aria laughed. That was attractive. She smelled like horse.

We lose and lose, but we're still here. Shaking in place, afraid of doing something. I'm tires of settling for this because I don't know if something better exists. It has to. What point is there otherwise? I can do something about it. And I will.