Ruta Sepetys Quotes

Mother, why are you breaking your beautiful things?' I asked...'Because I love them so much.

Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.

The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

What did I want? I wanted the war to be over so I could ask her out.

I didn't need his criticism. I carried enough guilt on my own. I had done everything wrong. I had the highest marks in school but couldn't master common sense.

They were happy to help someone, to succeed at something, even if they weren't to benefit.

...we're dealing with two devils who both want to rule hell.

Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.

You stand for what is right, without the expectation of gratitude or reward.

He wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss straight on my lips, hard and long. It felt like I was watching the kiss instead of being inside of it.

Well, I don't know, Lina. But let's just say I've met a lot of dead people.

And she didn't judge nobody. She loved everyone equal- accountants, queers, musicians, she welcomed us all, said we were all idiots just the same.

The only reason I'd lift my skirt is to pull a pistol and plug you in the head.

He wanted to know something about me. I leaned over and put my mouth to his ear. It was barely a whisper.'I'm a murderer.

Perhaps tomorrow I would actually put pen to paper.

He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot.We were about to become cigarettes.

I don't want to see no dead body. Willie ain't in there. She put her walkin' shoes on. She gone to see the Lord.

All the little duckies with their heads in the waterHeads in the waterAll the little duckies with their heads in the waterOh, such sweet little duckies.

We'd be trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realize that if we boosted one another, maybe we'd get a little closer.

Per aspera ad astra, Papa, ' I whispered. Through hardship to the stars.

Unless it was Cokie, gifts from men weren't free.

What if this is a horrible mistake?" I croaked. "Oh, it'll be horrible fine, just a bunch of pretentious rich people with shelves of expensive books they've never read.

We pushed to the edge of recklessness, yet I felt safe.

A guilty conscience is not worth extra food.

We sat and drank in silence. It was something I appreciated about Jesse. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with talk or some sort of silly exchange.

I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.

Death, it seems, has a mind of its own.

No Son [. . .] Not a traitor to your country. Much worse. A traitor to your soul.

Light fell, and so did my confidence.