Sparks Rise Quotes

“Maybe that's the whole point-life showing me how good it could be, letting me have it just long enough to want it more than I've ever wanted anything else, only to rip it away. When you have nothing for so long, you forget the terror of having something to lose.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise

“I glide under a sky so blue, so purple, so golden I fight as hard as anything to keep my eyes open, because I want to remember it forever, however long that lasts. Because I know it'll be the last thing I see.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise

“Anything can break if you hit it hard enough. Aren’t we all proof of that?”
― Alexandra+Bracken

“I know all of it is true, but I also know, on a very basic, human level, hers is the most beautiful face I've ever seen. They must have created art specifically for people like her, to try and fail forever to capture these small looks, all her various angles and the colors of her moods.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise

“It doesn't make sense. She's in pain, we are in actual hell, and none of it seems to matter.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise

“I lean over to kiss her cheek. A part of me feels like it'll be the greatest act of rebellion I ever do.”
― Alexandra Bracken

“There is a girl with sunshine hair who turns my world to shreds. She burns my eyes, breaks my thoughts to pieces. There is a glow around her like the sky at noon, but it narrows, the image, it shrinks, and the pain eases its grip into numb nothing. It shrinks and shrinks again until it becomes a pinprick of life in the dark.
A spark that fades to nothing at all.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Sparks Rise

“If I’ve shifted anything, it’s only because you, Mama, and Nai Nai lent me your strength.”
As Mulan out a long breath, a spark leapt from one of the incense sticks. As it floated downward, it seemed inexplicably to multiply, over and over until there were hundreds of sparks floating in the air of the temple.
“Baba,” Mulan whispered.
The sparks rearranged themselves, clustering, expanding, and re-forming, until they became a dragon that soared through the air. Next to it, a fiery bird flapped its wings. They cavorted together, chasing each other in dizzying circles, until, suddenly, they scattered again into ash. The glowing sparks floated slowly to the ground and winked out one by one.”
― Livia Blackburne, Feather and Flame