I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.
Had she really thought the world didn't change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent.
“You don’t look like a monster.” “I’ll tell you a secret, Hanna. The really bad monsters never look like monsters.”
Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times and still it will return.
Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.
Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.
Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself.
You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are.
Sometimes the trick to getting the best of a situation was just to wait. If you didn’t like the weather, you didn’t rush into the storm—you waited until it changed. You found a way to keep from getting wet.
Be the thing they all fear when they close their eyes at night.
