Marie Lu Quotes
I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.
She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, easily the most breathtaking girl in the room.
Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.
She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.
What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?
And the book (#7) is for whenever the hunt involves a lot of waiting around. Entertainment that won't eat up my batteries is always worth bringing.
How many times have you been called an abomination?” he whispers. “A monster? Worthle
So long as I remain in Day's life, I will hurt him. Any other alternative is impossible.Now, he is free.
I'm prouder of him than I've ever been of myself - I'm proud of him for standing up to me
Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.
Dust everywhere... and out of that emerged this beautiful boy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, holding his hand out to help me to my feet.
Before I can say anything else, he steps forward and takes my face in his hands. Then he's kissing me one last time.
At this moment, all I'm thinking about is what I'd give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.
The world’s deadliest mercenaries choose to serve you, the whispers say, because they have yet to meet me.
No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like
I love you, " I whisper over and over again. "Don't go, " I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.
But you can’t give them everything they want—they will always want more than they have.
I'm not loyal enough to the Republic to stamp that loyalty right on my face. Leave that to June.
What if you are wrong? What if the gods sent you, and indeed the rest of us, not because we were never meant to be, but because we were always meant to be?
What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?
I lean my head against my knee and close my eyes. Even the illusion of June is enough to send a stabbing pain through my chest. Hell. I miss her so much.
You're brilliant, "he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.
I hope, ” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.
I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic.
It’s you, ” he whispers. There is wonder in his voice. “Is it?” I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I’ve kept hidden for so long
I want to fall into the purity that is Day, soaking in his simple honesty, his heart that sits open and beating on his sleeve.
Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart.
Day will move on and live his life. So will I. We will be okay. Someday, perhaps in the far and distant future, we'll find each other again.
I've never thought of describing her beauty as delicate, because delicate just isn't a word that fits June... but here, now that she's sick, I realize just how fragile she can be.
Someone's going to be very pleased to see you.""I don't think the Elector will be as excited as you think.""I wasn't talking about the Elector."My heart jumps at that.
June will break your heart. I can see it already. She'll shatter you into a million pieces.
