Thrive Krista Ritchie Quotes

Our love is rare. It’s one I can’t abandon, even if I tried. When she screams, an identical one rips through me. When she cries, my world rains with grief. When she loves, I truly, truly fly.

But we’re in Earth-616, love. We’re going to have our happy ending. It just may take us awhile to get there.

I’m going to love Lily how I want to love her. Overwhelmingly, uncompromisingly. Look away if you have to.

Lo,” I whisper, my fingers making circles on his black shirt. “I just want you to know that if you leave this world, I won’t be in it for much longer.” He’s a piece of me. You cut it off, and it’s like going through life with no lungs.

The only future I want is the one that ends with her.

Remember how when we were little?” I whisper. “You’d chase me around before midnight.” “You always ran out of breath.” “I wanted you to catch me.” “I thought so.” “Catch me,” I whisper. “I already have,” he murmurs.

I wish. I wish. I wish. And nothing ever comes true.

I lost something recently," he tells me. My heart swells at the familiar voice, and I spin around to drop-dead-gorgeous cheekbones, a ruby-red visor, and lips that pull into a breathtaking smile. "Found her," he says.

We’re no longer welcome at that particular hotel…for eternity. Those were the manager’s exact words.” Connor loosens his bowtie. “I don’t blame him for thinking we’re immortal. In some preclassic civilizations, I’d be considered a god.

No,” Connor says. “A man never leaves his dog behind.

I believe in you, love.

Connor and Rose would belong to the smartest house in the wizarding world. No question. Before the sorting hat even touched their heads, it’d scream Ravenclaw!

The perseverance to do anything, to be anything. To thrive. Someday, that word will belong to us too. After years of coming up short, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I want to be strong for him." It's my turn now. I'm ready for it.

Very softly, he says, “I wouldn’t be here without you.” It is bigger than an I love you. It is a declaration that solidifies what I’ve known for so long. We aren’t connected by our addictions. But by our childhood. Souls fused together from the very, very start.

Will you let me know when you get your superpower?" He nods, and his fingers slide across the base o my neck. I love that he touches me so much more. "I have to warn you though, I may not have one." "That's okay," I say. "Sometimes I like the idea of just being mortal with you.

Our combined IQs wouldn't even be humanly possible," she cuts him off. "Exactly. We defy the impossible," he says with a smartass grin.

That's how I survived. Time and time again. That's my secret. I survived because I willed it to be ... How did I survive apocalyptic fire? I simply refused to feel the flames.

You threaten my balls every day.” “That’s because they’re hanging around my sister,” Rose snaps. I hate that she makes a good point. “And you have full right to threaten my eggs or fallopian tubes. Have at them.” I grimace. “I’m not going anywhere near your vagina.

No one is going to hurt us: I read in his gaze. No one is going to pull us apart.

The hardest things in life are usually the right things.

No matter what happens," Lo says, his lips brushing my ear, "I'll always be here, Lil.

Poppy shares my smile. "I think we'd all do a lot more just to see you happy, Lily.

Yeah, and that alternate universes usually have the worst endings with the unhappiest conclusions.

I’m beginning to realize that we only see fragments of people,

I did all the serious things that serious people do. The complacent face. The folded hands. The stiff spine. Check, check, double check.

There will always be bad days, but it's how we live those bad days that counts.

Maybe one day he’ll realize how far we’re all willing to go. For the people we love most.

so at least she could feel less singled out, less repulsed by herself, less like a spot on the world that should have been wiped clean.

I’m a sex addict. Everyone knows it. And now we have to figure out how to deal with this spotlight.

I am about to ask if he loves Rose, but the expression that washes over his face—it says it all. Connor is smiling, his gaze far off as he’s picturing that future already, glowing with something innately human.

Life does move too quickly. And I can’t predict a second of it.

It’s a good kind of yes. The best kind. One filled with a thousand I love yous, the type of love that can make you fly.

I don't want to live if you're not living with me.

Rose has her arms crossed. “I hate your smile.” “You love my smile. That’s why it annoys you, darling.

It’s a dream wedding that she never dreamed of until now.

I’m going to love Lily how I want to love her. Overwhelmingly, uncompromisingly. Look away if you have to.

Yeah, and that alternate universes usually have the worst endings with the unhappiest conclusions." ... "But we're in Earth-616, love. We're going to gave our happy ending. It just may take us awhile to get there.

Connor kisses Rose’s forehead and I read his lips: I love you.

He was right. He won't ever join my club. It's just me. By my lonesome. How it should be. "You ready?" Lo's voice wakes me from my reverie.....And then he nods to me like

The perseverance to do anything, to be anything. To thrive. Someday, that word will belong to us too. After years of coming up short, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

I think, sometimes, we have more faith in each other than we do in ourselves.

We’re going to have our happy ending. It just may take us awhile to get there.

People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I’ll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again?

People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I’ll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again? Are we the accumulation of our mistakes? A part of me regrettably thinks so. My failures have defined me more than my triumphs. But I don’t want to live in that hopeless reality. Not anymore. I want to be the accumulation of my failures, my successes, of all the people I’ve ever met, of the man I love, and the life I want. I want to be defined by so many factors that it’s too complicated for any mathematician to piece apart. That would be the perfect life. Not good or bad. Just complex.

There’s nothing worse than being useless when you thrive off being useful.

We’re going to have our happy ending. It’s just going to take us a little while to get there.

I just want to fix every wrong that I have ever made. I am ready, so fucking ready, to defeat this. To never face these demons again. I am done feeling sorry for myself.

I’m going to love Lily how I want to love her. Overwhelmingly, uncompromisingly.

People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I’ll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again? Are we the accumulation of our mistakes?

Life moves too quickly,” he says. “I don’t want to speed through a single moment. Not anymore.

Connor deletes some of the names, leaving just four. I laugh when I notice he took my tip to heart. He’s nicknamed all of us after Greek gods. I scan the remaining list: Zeus/Athena Hades/Dionysus

He has that power over people. It’s insane, and I realize how much I love the guy. That’s the funny thing right: He’ll probably never love me.

I love him,” Connor says with so much conviction. “I would never intentionally harm Lo.

We aren’t connected by our addictions. But by our childhood. Souls fused together from the very, very start.

damaged like us.

I get it,” I finally say. I just want to drown. To numb the parts of me that can’t withstand this reality. I just want to go away for good.

He cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “One day at a time,” he says, his amber eyes boring powerfully into mine, “that’s how we’re going to take this.

Sure,” he says. “And how about we wait in here for a while, see if we piss off Brett enough that he’ll ditch us for Ryke or Rose?” “I like that idea.” “Yeah?” I nod. “And maybe a virus will infect everyone, turning them into zombies, and when we leave the bathroom, the bookstore will be completely deserted.” “Nice,” he says, “but I’d rather not be inserted into the plot of 28 Days Later.” Damn. He’s good. “I love you,” I suddenly say. I mean it. Because who else would stay in a bookstore bathroom with me, just to hide out for a little while. Definitely not Rose. Maybe Daisy. Ryke would rather die, I’m sure. And Connor can never be added into any equation without hurting my head. So that leaves Lo. Just Lo.

Kissing in the dark, while fun, it’s not the type of relationship that will last.

PART TWO “That's how I survived. Time and time again. That's my secret. I survived because I willed it to be ... How did I survive apocalyptic fire? I simply refused to feel the flames.” – EMMA FROST, DARK REIGN: THE CABAL VOL 1 #1

I’ve always been a machine gun, another bullet ready after I press the trigger. Most of the time, I’m just waiting for it to ricochet. And finally hit me.

Fire burns my belly. I wish I was a T. rex. I’d eat him. In a non-sexual way. Just to be clear.

Revenge isn’t a benefit, Lo. It’s self-gratification, an emotional response with very little logic and even less reward.