Variation Rebecca Yarros Quotes

Messy is good, love. Messy is where the best parts of life happen.

By the end of that summer, she was my best friend. By the end of the next, she hated me. And I didn’t blame her.

Dreams aren’t stagnant, Allie. They grow. They shift.

And when you’re ready to admit it, five minutes won’t cut it. I’ll devote hours, days, nights to being incredibly personal with you.

It’s never the same. There are a million variations of any situation. No two people are alike. The tiniest change to any encounter could leave us with very different results. I like to think of the possibilities as a tree. Maybe you start with the one path—” He tapped the nearest trunk. “But fate throws all the branches out and what seems like a tiny choice, left or right, becomes another and another, until the possibilities of what could have been are endless.

It’s never the same. There are a million variations of any situation. No two people are alike. The tiniest change to any encounter could leave us with very different results. I like to think of the possibilities as a tree. Maybe you start with the one path— ... But fate throws all the branches out and what seems like a tiny choice, left or right, becomes another and another, until the possibilities of what could have been are endless.

That’s a very real fact of life. I live in a constant state of wanting you. I have since I was seventeen years old. Wanting you is all I know.

This wasn’t chemistry. This was combustion. And I was here for it.

So fucking mine,” he whispered

Messy is where the best parts of life happen. You don’t have to be in control at all times. It’s okay if you fall apart. I promise I will be right here to put you back together if you just let me.

After that kiss, I knew there would be a first time. And a thousandth. I’d never felt chemistry like that in my life. We were a foregone conclusion.

People say stupid shit when there’s no accountability for running their mouths,

Observant could easily be mistaken for quiet,

I’d never been camping, but it certainly couldn’t be that torturous if people went willingly.

Holy shit, Juniper had a mother who apologized. What a novelty.

This wasn’t chemistry. This was combustion.

I couldn’t imagine a lifetime when I would ever tire of looking into his eyes.

If there had been a contest in our house for who could hold an awkward silence the longest, I would have a crown and we both knew it.

Forget logic and the very real reasons I’d ghosted her; every single scenario I pictured began and ended with the one thing I’d never done for any woman—groveling.

she was just fucking with my head, and I’d enjoyed every minute of it. I even considered sending her an engraved invitation to fuck with it some more.

He said I failed him.” The knife fell from her hand onto the cutting board, and she braced her palms flat on the gray marble. “How screwed up is that? I’m the one who went through the miscarriages, the IVF, the hormones, the—” Her head drooped. “But he’s the one who feels let down. Like I’m not heartbroken too?

Point is, I’m not mad at you for placing me for adoption—though I do have some questions that are statistically proven to help minimize the time I’ll need to spend in therapy.

Observant could easily be mistaken for quiet, especially with that many siblings around.

Nostalgia hit with a wicked right hook.

If you can’t tell someone’s working their ass off for you, then they don’t deserve you.

Don’t fight.” I separated myself from the pain and pushed through another repetition. “It’s not a fight when I automatically win.

Time began and ended with him.

you can have everything you want if you’d just get out of your own way.

Because you’ve entered the find-out portion of your relationship,” Gavin answered. “You know, because you fucked around, and now—

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for you getting the fuck out of here. Chase that dream. Yay, dreams.

Why are you brave for everyone but yourself?

Same team. Stop trying to draw my blood. Leaving Allie the first time bled me dry already.

Truth always differs depending on who’s telling the story, and in complicated situations, there are countless variations. But when it comes to that summer, in every single variant, I’m the asshole who wasn’t strong enough to hold on to her.

The second her gaze lifted to lock with mine, I forgot how to fucking breathe, let alone think. I’d never been hit by lightning, but I bet this was what it felt like.

If you want to see me in uniform, all you have to do is ask.” A playful smile tugged at his lips.

He fit himself into my life like sand poured into a jar full of pebbles, settling seamlessly into the spaces between the rocks. He was everywhere without making himself the priority.

That is just a sparkly hall of mirrors, and staring too long through the lens of how other people perceive you is bound to start distorting how you see yourself.

It was me.” He took a breath, and I held mine. “It was me, Allie. I was there.

Variation,” I muttered, dismissing most of his words. “It’s called a variation.

Peace settled in my soul, the same way it always did when we managed to get ourselves under one roof.

Because”—she straightened her shoulders—“you’re my biological mother.

The only person telling me what I could and couldn’t do was me.

I’d never wanted anyone—anything—the way I needed Allie. I kissed her like she was air and I’d spent the last decade swimming for the surface.

Good girl.

I mean . . . on the bright side, we won’t have to push the beds together,” Hudson noted. “Kind of impossible when there’s only one of them.

The curse of being in the right place at the right time is that sometimes there isn’t a right thing to do.

And then she laughed. I fell in love with her all over again. Not the quiet, observant girl she’d been, or the friend I’d let down, but the woman she’d grown into, beautiful and strong, scarred and still laughing.

The sixteen-year-old girl inside me stood up and cheered for him, but she was quickly hushed by the misanthrope I’d become.

So while sure, it makes me jealous that there are a couple of guys here who have seen you naked, I actually feel sorry for them because they’ll never have you again.” I tugged her close and let the words fly like the revelation they were. “But I will. First means nothing. Last means everything.

started, “but it turned out to be nothing.

Is that a rowboat?” “Out here? No way.” My head whipped to follow his line of sight, and I quickly spotted the small vessel about a hundred meters west, with what looked to be a small outboard motor and two people . . . ducking?

Lastly, because you’re my beginning and end, thank you again to my Jason. There’s a little of you in every hero I write.