Devon Bertoncini > Devon's Quotes

“Evil does not alter easily.....”
― Olivia Hardy Ray, Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem

“Sober, gainfully employed, and physically secure once again, Kevin began to relax. His confidence slowly returned. For the first time since the onset of his blindness, he let his guard down and a crack in his carefully constructed veneer formed.
Light flooded in.
And with it, hope.”
― Traci Medford-Rosow, Unblinded: One Man's Courageous Journey Through Darkness to Sight

“Doing as he was told, Lars called out, “I’m looking at a woman in a suspension unit. I think she’s dying.”
He ripped the helmet off again and glared at Morley. “Why do I have to watch somebody dying?”
“The person you saw was Claire Hyndman. Her father is Alan Hyndman. He’s a big wheel on Arden.”
“So?”
“The RTTC suggests the real Claire Hyndman died and Samantha brain-stripped her and created a substitute.”
― Andrew R. Williams, Samantha's Revenge

“It Is Our Duty To Remember”
― Steve Snyder, Shot Down: The True Story of Pilot Howard Snyder and the Crew of the B-17 Susan Ruth

“because everyone knew you knitted argyle socks only for a boyfriend.”
― Judy Blume, In the Unlikely Event

“Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.”
― Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects

“When we feel good about the choices we're making and when we're engaging with the world from a place of worthiness rather than scarcity, we feel no need to judge and attack.”
― Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

“After dinner, out of nowhere, it started to rain. It caught me off guard, and seeing the world that had only been sunny and warm transformed by a sudden thunderstorm was jarring, a reminder of just how quickly things could change.”
― Morgan Matson, Second Chance Summer

“I tried to smile back, but I was trying not to stare at the ribbon of skin that was showing beneath his T-shirt as he bent over. As usual, my mouth went a little dry and my breathing sped up, and that weird, almost sad feeling settled in my stomach. I never thought I'd be glad to hear Vandy's braying voice, but when she shouted, 'All right! That's it for today!' I could have kissed her.

Well, on second thought, no. Maybe a firm handshake.”
― Rachel Hawkins, Hex Hall

“It’s raining,” I say, voice hoarse from sleep. I clear my throat and try again. “It’s fine. Straight from the clouds to you.”
She frowns, still huddling over and trying to shelter from it. “Straight from the clouds? Is that hygienic?”
― Amie Kaufman, Meagan Spooner

“I do not dwell on could-bes. I pray for the best and do my part to create a happy life.”
― Nancy Moser, Washington's Lady

“all these other little ringlet-headed girls and break into a dance. Make everyone look at me, only me! But you have to stand in line. All we’re supposed to do is stand up here and”
― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

“Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learnt some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always—will always be—there. To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while and finally fall prey to it. That is why we'll never rule this world. We have the power to bend all men to our whim, but are forever pushing ourselves further, trying to fly higher… and falling.”
― Darren Shan, Bec

“Bach, Chopin, Schumann, these composers have mastered the art of listening. Richard hears Debussy’s “Clair de lune,” and every cell in his body has a broken heart and bare feet dancing in the moonlight. Playing Brahms is communing with God.”
― Lisa Genova, Every Note Played

“all of us are damaged in our own ways. It's just that most people call it 'experience'. And you've had a lot of experience.”
― Sara Shepard, The Perfectionists

“Never before had she seen such creatures, though they looked much live very large, very shaggy white goats. Thin black horns punctuated the top of their long faces.

You look like a collection of grandfathers, she thought, amused.”
― Tamora Pierce, Daja's Book

“To never fear was to never hope. Never love. Never live. To never fear the dark was to never smile as the dawn kissed your face.”
― Jay Kristoff, Darkdawn

“There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made. —WILLA CATHER, MY ÁNTONIA”
― Melissa de la Cruz, Something in Between

“I don't love you anymore", she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Kiss an Angel

“They arrived in a trickle, and then in clumps, and then in crowds. They marveled at the steady lights in the hallways and explored the offices. None of these people had ever seen the inside of IT. Few of them had spent much time in the Up Top, except on pilgrimages after a cleaning. Families wandered from room to room; kids clutched reams of paper; many came to Juliette or the others with the notes Raph had folded and dropped, asking about the food. In just a few days, they looked different. Coveralls were stained and torn, faces stubbled and gaunt, eyes ringed with dark circles. In just a few days. Juliette saw that they had only a few days more before things grew desperate. Everyone saw that.”
― Hugh Howey, Dust

“And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

“You're not who he expected you to be; that doesn't mean you aren't somebody. Nor are you perfect. Stop using every mistake you make as an excuse to fail completely.”
― Robin Hobb, The Mad Ship

“Has anyone ever told you, you are the most despicable, judgmental, self-righteous, obnoxious fuckwit that ever existed?”
― Samantha Young, Down London Road

“I've never worked so hard for anything in my life as I have for you.”
― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You

“The human head is of the same approximate size and weight as a roaster chicken.”
― Mary Roach, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers