Starters Lissa Price Quotes

No one ever complained about a fat brain. No one ever accused their brain of being too short or too tall, too wide or too narrow. Or ugly. It either worked or it didn't, and mine worked just fine.

When hawks cry, time to fly.

Did Cinderella ever consider fessing up to the prince, that night she was enjoying herself in the fancy ball gown? Did she even think of telling him, oh, by the way, Prince, the coach isn’t mine, I’m really a filthy little barefoot servant on borrowed time? No. She took her moment. And then went quietly away after midnight.

Probably my favorite body part. No one ever complained about a fat brain. No one ever accused their brain of being too short or too tall, too wide or too narrow. Or ugly. It either worked or it didn't, and mine worked just fine.

I need you to go talk to a girl who may have some information about Emma." "Where is she?" "Someplace you're not going to want to go." (...) "I give up. Where?" "Institution 37." I felt a hitch in my breathing. I leaned back against the wall. "Could I pick hell instead?

Beauty isn’t about meeting some holo-star standard, it’s about being you. Because looks come and go. But nobody else can be you.

eventually we’ll be old and wrinkled. Like everybody. But we’ll look a lot better if we’re happy inside. If we used our brains and our talents instead of stressing over what someone else defines as ‘pretty.’ 

What defines me? Skin? I hope I'm more than that. Than this. That I am what I think, what I believe. What I feel.

Falling apart wasn't an option.

It's just the beginning

It's like you are a car, a nice car that hadn't been washed for a year. And then you got a wash and wax and all the trimmings. You're sparkling, but you're still the same great car.

We had no choice. We ran into darkness of the early morning leaving everything behind.

Everybody wants to be someone else," he says "Do you blame them?" he asks.

Take your pick. Be Somebody ... else.

You wouldn't want to be me, Callie. Can you imagine hating your own body? I'm a prisoner inside it.

I knew that feeling, the sense of panic that stretched time, turning seconds into years, and the deep pain that came from being hurt by not one person but many, a gang of bullies that expanded into a neighborhood and then into a community, until you questioned the whole world. And your last thought, as you stretch your arm until your fingers are inches from that lifeline, is how if you survive, you'll find a way to help fix what was broken, so you can say that yes, you want to be part of the world again.

I don't know you, but I'm sorry for having to use you in this way. And I'm sorry for the world we've left you

Would you like to be young again? Play any kind of sport you used to? All day long, with no soreness the next day?" "Who Wouldn't?

This is so ..." I can't find the word. "Wonderful? Amazing?" the Ender nurse offers. "Bizarre," I say as I watch the lips of the Starter move in the mirror.

But I've got a gun," she said, twirling it on two fingers. "A gun with bullets is worse than no gun at all.

That close, his eyes made the world disappear. He smelled clean. Like summers before the war. Like sanctuary.

Mexico, can you believe they built that wall so Americans couldn’t cross over?

looks come and go. But nobody else can be you.

It’s encrypted,” Hyden said. “I’m not surprised. Your father wasn’t stupid.” “So can’t you uncrypt it?” Michael asked. “Decrypt. It’s not a coffin,” Hyden said as he plucked at the screen.

Si ultimul tau gand, cand intinzi disperat bratul si ajungi cu varfurile degetelor la numai cativa centimetri de cordonul de siguranta, este ca, daca vei supravietui vei gasi o cale prin care sa repari ce s-a stricat, pentru a putea spune "da, vreau sa fac parte din nou din lume".

Cosa mi definisce? La mia pelle? Tu sai che si può cambiare con una passata di laser. I muscoli? Si possono costruire con l’esercizio o con la stimolazione elettrica. Il grasso? Può scomparire con i trattamenti criogenici. Io spero di essere più di tutto questo. Spero di essere quello che penso,quello che credo. Quello che provo.

Ik dacht dat jullie Britten alleen maar thee drunken.

father—his name is Brockman—was working on developing a chip for mind-body transfers.

Ernie felt the Ender’s pulse and then got up. “The shot didn’t work,” Michael said. “Yeah, I knew that,” Ernie said. “But it made him talk.

Living longer isn’t always the greatest thing.

You know, Metal. One of those body bank people. You’ve got that chip in your head.

Cenerentola aveva mai pensato di confessare tutto al principe quella notte in cui si stava tanto divertendo col suo favoloso abito da ballo? Aveva mai pensato di dirgli: "Oh, a proposito, principe, la carrozza non è mia, in realtà sono una servetta sporca che va sempre in giro a piedi nudi e ha i minuti contati?" No. Lei si era goduta il suo momento. E poi era sgattaiolata via di nascosto dopo mezzanotte.

Aveva l'espressione di un astronauta fluttuante nello spazio a cui si è sganciato il cavo e ha una sola possibilità di afferare una corda di salvataggio o di vagare per sempre nel nero infinito. Conoscevo quella sensazione, il panico che sembrava allungare il tempo, che trasformava i secondi in anni, e il dolore di essere feriti non da una persona, ma da molte, una banda di bulli che cresceva fino a includere il tuo quartiere e poi tutta la comunità, fino a spingerti a mettere in dubbio il mondo intero. E l'ultimo pensiero mentre allungavi il braccio fin quasi a sfiorare quella corda di salvataggio è in che modo, se fossi sopravvissuto, avresti potuto riparare quello che si era rotto, per poter dire che sì, volevi di nuovo essere parte di quel mondo.

Quando i falchi stridono, è tempo di volare via.

Probably my favorite body part. No one ever complained about a fat brain.

Rescue Metals.

The me inside this shell is still me. What defines me? Skin? You know you can change that with the wave of a laser. Muscle? EMS can build that. Fat? It can fade away with freezing. I hope I'm more than that. Than this. That I am what I think, what I believe. What I feel.

And you created a fake broadcast of the Old Man to get the renters to return to Prime. You know just because you see it doesn’t make it true.