Quotes by Veronica Rossi

Love is a rebellious bird that nobody can tame.

I miss you.I miss you. I miss you, I miss you.Be ready, because when I see you, Ill never let you go again.

What I was trying to say,” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that means enough, because you’re everything to me.

Fall off your own roof.

Roars smile widened. I know. You missed me. She rolled her eyes. Its barely been three weeks since I last saw you.Miserable stretch of time. He said.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Its time, Perry. He let her go. She took a step back, taking in his face one last time. His green eyes. The bend in his nose and the scars on his cheek. All the tiny inperfections that made him beautiful. Without a word, she turned and made her way downhill.

Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever. I could never do that. She laughed at him. He brought his lips to her ear. Your scent is like violets early in spring, he whispered. Then he laughed at himself because though it was true, he sounded like the worst kind of fool.

She’d fallen into a deep silence once, when the sun appeared, and it was then he’d wondered most what she was thinking.

His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.

Her hand holding his for a dozen paces. His, resting on the small of her back for a moment. Touches that had no real purpose but to say I’m here and We are together still.

She did it, though she hated opera. She hated everything about it. The overblown sense of drama. The violence and lewdness. No one had ever died of heartbreak in Reverie. Betrayal never led to murder. Those things didn’t happen anymore. They had the Realms now. They could experience anything without taking risks. Now, life was Better than Real.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand. Tucked it against her chest, feeling that was where it should be. Perrys heart slammed against his ribs. She had to feel it.

He’d pushed it back, where he’d kept the thought for weeks, but it wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t let him go.

If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?

Nobody ever drowned in their own sweat.

 Then he told Perry that love was like the waves in the sea, gentle and good sometimes, rough and terrible at others, but that it was endless and stronger than the sky and the earth and everything in between.

Doubters dont mean a damn thing. I doubt itll rain tomorrow, but that doesnt mean I control the rain. What I think has no bearing on what is. The wise ask questions, Perry. The weak doubt.

I was trying to help... The more I try to catch up, the farther I fall behind.

A good dream was something you clung to until the last moment before waking.