Quotes by Ann Aguirre

Ill always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Were broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.

He is not the same person as when wemet, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.

More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

What you said about the sweetest pain? That fits us.

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will bemagnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.

You can lie to yourself about all kinds of things. Until you cant, anymore. Until reality pounds a hole through your fantasy castle and the reality check must be cashed in.

Pull yourself together. People among the living still need your help, and I havent given you permission to quit.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

You think a man doesnt fall down, son? A real man falls down nine times and gets up ten. You think real men dont get scared? We do, all the time, especially when the people we love can be taken away from us. The key to manhood is being there, every morning when she wakes up, every night before she goes to bed. Thats what a man does. It has nothing to do with how good you are with some shiny knives. And if you let her do this thing alone, then by God—

Lessons in magic from a mysterious boy who belonged to a hidden Ferisher court called the Wild — I couldnt think of anything that would horrify my parents more. Therefore, the proposition became exponentially more enticing.

Because it takes more courage to heal the worlds hurts than to inflict them.

--anger because pain would drown me without the protective shell.

His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.

I get it. Youd rather have him, broken, than me whole. If that didnt clarify my chances with you, nothing would. But you cant have what you want either, Deuce. I cant be your friend, feeling like this. Give me some time, and then... Maybe. No promises.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much aspersonal choice.