Ann Aguirre Quotations | Page 2

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.

Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.

Survival feels like cowardice.

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.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.