Quotes by Beth Revis

I’ve made her relive, over and over, the last few days,” I say softly, watching Ms. White’s body. “I’ve had to fill in the blanks with my own feelings and experiences. She’s spiraling around those last moments, those times when she went against me, and she’s feeling it from my side, the pain, the betrayal.”She thinks she’s awake. I’m doing to her just what she did to me. I’m making her feel what it was like to slowly go crazy, to question everything. To watch my mother die. To fight for my life against my best friend. To feel the man who loved me try to kill me.To know that the woman I trusted as much as my own mother betrayed me.That’s what I’m making her feel.I’ve turned her into me, and made her live the life she forced me to live.Over and over and over again.

Kayleigh was right. Without the pills, you really do feel nothing.And nothing can be nice.

When you wake up, your face will be dry. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t cry.

The silence in our house now is born from the need for intense concentration, as we all carefully step around the truth we wish we didnt know, the person we cant help that Bo became, the future were all afraid is collapsing around us, falling as silent and cold and crushing as snow.

I wish you were here,” I say, shutting my eyes and remembering the way Dad looked in my hallucination.I hear his voice again, so real that I’m worried I’m about to fall into another hallucination. Maybe that’s what I really want. If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?

Ella! the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.

There are countless reasons to be jealous. But that doesn’t mean you have to succumb to them.

And then I realize: this isn’t dirty water falling from the sky.It is—literally—blood.I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood out, but it’s everywhere, it’s like trying to dry off in the middle of the ocean. Shielding my face as best I can, I stare up into the sky.I am in the center of a cyclone.Giant white clouds swirl like a spiraling galaxy above me, the eye a tiny dark speck. The storm rages, throwing out bloody rain like punches, the wind so vicious it tears my clothes and cuts my skin.Representative Belles’s mind is swirling with dark thoughts—bloody thoughts—and they have created the biggest storm I have ever seen.I have to stop the cyclone. I have to get him into a peaceful reverie, something that he can hold on to while I root around his brain, looking for answers.I focus all of my concentration on stopping the bloody rain. The drops come slower and slower. I take a deep breath, imagining the clouds breaking up, spinning into fluffy bits of cotton-candy like clouds. I don’t open my eyes until the sounds of beating rain disappear and I can feel the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on my face.

Hes the only stable thing in the swirling chaos.

People are, at their heart, constantly moving toward a state of entropy. Much like this ship. We’re all spiraling out of control.

She stops speaking, but I can hear her silent sobs. They’re the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

My heart stutters—not why? or how?—those are not the important questions. The really important question is: by whom?

More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes. It must pass....

A leader doesnt make pawns - he makes people.

Everyone, this is the new girl. Elder knows her. New girl, this is everyone.” A few people look up politely; some actually smile. Most, however, look wary at best, disgusted at worse. The nurse closest to me jabs her finger behind her ear and starts whispering to nobody.“What’s wrong with her?” I ask Harley as he leads me to the table he was sitting at.“Oh, don’t worry, we’re all mad here.”I giggle, mostly from nerves. “It’s a good thing I read Alice in Wonder-land . I definitely think I’ve fallen into the rabbit hole.”“Read what?” Harley asks.“Never mind.” All around me, eyes follow my every move.“Look,” I say loudly. “I know I look different. But I’m just a person, like you.” I hold my head up high, looking them all in the eyes, trying to hold their stares for as long as possible.“You tell ’em,” says Harley with another Cheshire grin.

What matters right now is this: were each of us standing here, together, alive, together.

Who are the real monsters?

“Eldest taught me about ancient religions that worshiped the sun. I never understood why- its just a ball of light and heat. But if the sun of Sol-Earth swirls in colors and lights like that girls hair, well, I can see why the ancients would worship that.”

“Choice or no, my heart is his.”