Lucy Christopher Quotes

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.

It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.

In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.

I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.

When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

Where are you going?" I asked. "The middle of nowhere." "I thought this was it." "Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

I love you," you said, simple as anything.

If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.

I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.

I thought you didn't want to let me go.

Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.

I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again. "No." "I want to." "Well, you go then." You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it

The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

You're right, he's a killer," you said. "A rooster with some serious issues.

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.

I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.

There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.

The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land.""Like me, then, " I said."Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

I remember that feeling of skin. It'sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.

How long will you keep me?" I asked.You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

I guess whoever built and buried that IED out there in the desert will never know how far that blast traveled. But all things ripple out, cause shrapnel.

I thought you wanted to catch a camel, " you tried again."No.""I want to.""Well, you go then."You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it