Brenna Yovanoff Quotes
Intention is one of the most powerful forces there is. What you mean when you do a thing will always determine the outcome. The law creates the world.
The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.
I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.
You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.
All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.
The fact is, the contest has always been invulnerability, and even when you win, you still lose.
I wanted it in the way you sometimes want to jump into very cold water, even though you know it won't feel good. I wanted to go numb. To see what it felt like to be someone else.
Once, my mother told a whole host of angels that she’d rather die than go back to a man she didn’t love.
People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.
That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.
The simple truth is that you can understand the way you are. You can know and love and hate it. You can blame it, resent it, and nothing changes. In the end, you're just a part of it.
The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.
Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.
It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.
You asked about love. I don't know about love, Daphne. I just know I don't want anything but you. I don't want to anywhere but with you.
The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war.
Tender, " she said again. "Tender is kind and gentle. It's also sore, like the skin around an injury.
Because I was conceived and born and I grew up. I'm breathing and my heart is beating and as much as it hurts ― as much searing, monumental pain it causes me ― I have to exist.
You're terribly selfish, you know. I've loved you so long, and it was never dear or precious to you. I might as well have not loved you at all.
He smiles an honest smile for the first time, and the difference is hard to describe but easy to recognize.
Whatever they said, whatever they told you about yourself, it’s not true
I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and not in the complicated way I loved our parents, but in a simple way I never had to think about. I loved her like breathing.
I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better.
My father's answer was revenge-has always been revenge-and the outcome was just, but not better. Nothing is fixed.