Marie Lu Quotes

Forever and ever, kid, until you're sick and tired of seeing me.

Love is illogical, love had consequences-I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."

I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.

June laughs. "I have to say, you look better than most people I see. I've heard a lot about you."

"I hear about you a lot too," Eden replies in a rush, "mostly from Daniel. He thinks you're really hot.

In the mirror, I look the same. But I am a different person inside.I am a prodigy who knows the truth. I know exactly what I'm going to do.

Money is the most important thing in the world, you know. Money can buy you happiness, and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

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.

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

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.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?