Ann Aguirre Quotes

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

Like most, I was a mix of good and bad, anger and protectiveness, kindness and pride. But right now, I had only strangled fear and the promise of revenge.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.

Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess

I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

He is not the same person as when wemet, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

What you said about the sweetest pain? That fits us.

You can lie to yourself about all kinds of things. Until you can't, anymore. Until reality pounds a hole through your fantasy castle and the reality check must be cashed in.

Pull yourself together. People among the living still need your help, and I haven't given you permission to quit.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

--anger because pain would drown me without the protective shell.

His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much aspersonal choice.

Age had nothing to do with how well my brain worked.

...as if prayers ever put out a fire.

This guilt is a joke, and it’s exhausting to watch you martyr yourself.

I refused to show my fear, lock it down, Huntress.

The strong survive.

I resolved, then, deep in my soul never to let him go. I'd be the one never to leave him. I'd prove to him that some things could be for always- that we could be.

Realistically, it's a risk, I suppose, but in this day and age, you almost have to choose between freedom, which can devolve into chaos, and security, which can become a pair of shackles.

Not to wish too hard for a shift in circumstances since it never happens as you imagine.

I remember when I was a kid, I could never find anything positive about chubby girls. If a girl was pudgy in books, she wasn't okay. She couldn't be happy or make friends unless she lost weight.