Whisper Lynette Noni Quotes

Words demand respect. They are beautiful; they are terrible. They are a gift and a curse. I will never forget what they can do.

Words are too precious to throw around carelessly. I don't need to have a supernatural power over them to know that. I've seen it. Words demand respect. They are beautiful; they are terrible. They are a gift and a curse. I will never forget what they can do. Because words have cost me everything.

That leads me to the bonus I promised, and here it is: everyone is lying to you, Six-Eight-Four. Everyone.

I refuse to be the type of girl who waits for a prince to come riding in on a white horse to save the day.

Our scars define us,” Maddis said quietly, the tip of her finger tracing the three slashed lines. “They tell a story of courage and survival. They tell of who we are at our deepest being, of the challenges we’ve faced and overcome.” Whispering now, she patted Kiva’s hand and finished, “Not all scars are as visible as this. I daresay you have many more on the inside. But never forget that every scar is beautiful. And you should never, ever, be ashamed of them.

Tears blurred Kiva’s eyes, and she lunged forward to embrace Caldon, whispering in his ear, “Thank you.” “Gods, why do you always cry when you’re hugging me?” he muttered, patting her on the back. “We really have to work on that.

ALYSSA!" the boy screams again, and I watch Kael jolt as he turns and catches sight of our target. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!

I’m going to miss this,” she whispered. “Hey, now,” Jordan said, reaching out to tug on a lock of her hair. “We’re not going anywhere.” “Actually,” Bear said wryly, “we’re hopefully going home later today.

Don’t worry, we can write notes to each other when Edna’s not looking,” Oriel whispered to him. Ariana made a disapproving sound, and her young son sent her a sheepish look. “Um, during our break,” Oriel quickly added.

I need to see him again. Because I have questions, and something tells me he has the answers.

Maybe he's right Maybe I am a weapon But I'm not his weapon Not anymore

We don’t need to be making enemies of allies. Even when those allies are acting like enemies.

Be as that may," the queen said quietly, "there's someone perfect out there for you, my beautiful daughter. I promise you that." Mirryn looked away, but not before Kiva saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. "I know," she whispered. "And now I've lost her.

Kiva,” he whispered, moving closer. “I—” “Excuse me,” came Caldon’s loud voice from the entrance to the cavern, causing Kiva to jump backwards, “but did you not hear me say I’m starving?

I know how it feels to be left with nothing but darkness,” Kiva went on, before offering a quiet, dangerous admission. “I know what it’s like to become that darkness, how consuming it is. It’s so much easier to hide in the night than to fight for the light.” Gods, did she know that. “I also know how tempting it is not to feel any of those things,” Kiva whispered. “To shut everyone out so you never have to experience that kind of agony again. I know, Cal. I know.” He uncrossed his arms, his eyes shining with the hint of tears.

I l-l-love you, K-Kiva,” Tipp kept whispering, his voice fading more, as if he’d only been holding on long enough to see her one last time. “Thank y-you . . . f-f-for everything.

And what would you want in return?” The woman recalled everything she had suffered through that night, still hearing the screams, still seeing the blood, and whispered one word: “Vengeance.

Jaren was allocated work in the tunnels. It was Tipp who told Kiva; Tipp who had left the infirmary in a hurry upon Kiva’s return that night, hastening back to their shared cell block to make sure Jaren snagged a pallet next to his; Tipp who had whispered Zalindov’s secrets to the newcomer, all the warnings and hints that Kiva had failed to offer.