Best 49 quotes of Veronica Rossi on MyQuotes

An oath is a promise-and a promise can be made regardless of feeling.

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

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.

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 earth and everything in between.

People are imperfect, but that doesn’t mean they spoil like milk.

People who try to be nice are false. They're liars. You should never force your behavior to be a certain way. You should just be. Maybe it's not going to be nice, but at least it'll be honest.

There is no way forward that isn’t through pain.

There was nothing more painful than hurting someone you loved.

We all have the potential to do terrible things. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes.

We have to tell each other the little things, the bad things. Maybe they’ll hurt for a while, but at least they won’t become big things. If we don’t, we’re just going to keep hurting each other. And I don’t want to do that anymore.

And in life, at least her new life, chances were the best she could hope for. They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, WERE life.

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own?

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

But when a cut is deep, it’s still just flesh beneath.

Come back with me, Aria. Be with me.

Come thaw my frozen heart, my little arctic kitten.” Unable to resist, Aria jumped in and picked up the next line. “No chance, my yeti man, I’d rather be frostbitten.” “Let me be your snowman. Come live in my igloo.” “I’d rather freeze to death than hibernate with you.

Doubters don't mean a damn thing. I doubt it'll rain tomorrow, but that doesn't mean I control the rain. What I think has no bearing on what is. The wise ask questions, Perry. The weak doubt.

Do you need me?” she said. She could scout as well as Roar and Brooke, who had already disappeared into the darkness. Perry looked up. His hair was tied back with a leather strip, but a piece fell forward, a blond wave coming to rest at his eyebrow. “You want the truth?” Aria braced herself for a comment about her arm. “Always.” “That’s my answer.

Entonces la besó, separando aquellos labios suaves con los suyos. Su sabor era perfecto, a lluvia nueva. El beso se hizo más profundo, recorrió su cuerpo con las manos, la atrajo hacia sí. Pero entonces ella se retiró y sonrió. Sin decir nada, le besó la nariz, la comisura de los labios, y después un hoyuelo de la mejilla. Cuando le levantó la camisa, creyó que el corazón iba a dejar de latirle. Él la ayudó y se la quitó por encima e la cabeza. Los ojos de Aria recorrieron aquel pecho, y sus dedos resiguieron las marcas. Él no lograba respirar más despacio. -Perry, quiero verte la espalda. Otra sorpresa, pero él asintió y se dio media vuelta. Echó la cabeza hacia delante y aprovechó el momento para intentar calmarse un poco. Aria dibujó con su dedo el perfil de sus alas sobre su piel, y él dio un respingo y soltó un gemido. Se maldijo a sí mismo: ni queriendo habría podido sonar más salvaje. -Lo siento- susurró Aria. Él carraspeó.

From the corner of her eye, the wildflowers along the wall caught her attention. “Roar, wait!” Roar turned around. “Yes?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. Aria ran to the wall, scanning the flowers. She found the right one and plucked it. She drew in its scent and imagined Perry walking beside her, his bow across his back, looking over with his lopsided grin. She brought the flower to Roar. “I changed my mind,” she said. “Give him this.” Roar’s eyes crinkled in confusion. “I thought you liked roses. What’s this?” “A violet.”

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.

He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips.

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.

How does it feel to be almost the best? It’s a bit like not being good enough at all, isn’t it?

I don't think that incident necessarily defines you as bad. I think it makes you human. And I believe you would have stopped yourself. I think that's what makes a person good. Not that you make mistakes, but that you recognize them. You feel remorse for them. You want to correct them and do better.

I don't want to play; I want to win. But if you give me the rules, I'll take it from there.

It's 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.

It was my idea. It's the safest way, but it's strange pretending to be something different. It's like there's a glass wall between us. Like I can't touch him or ... reach him. I don't like the way it feels.

I’ve made many enemies in my life, but I do think you’re my finest achievement.

Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness.

My soul may have a concussion.

Nobody ever drowned in their own sweat.

No," Marcus says. "Yes, take it." "Don't want it." "Why so difficult, Marc?" "Who's Marc?" "You are." "Yeah? 'Sup, Gid?

Peregrine,” Molly said sometime later, when the group had fallen quiet. Talon snored softly with his head in her lap. “Sable made an announcement to us earlier. He told us this place was going to be called Cape Rim. I think we can do better.” “I know we can,” he said. “What would you call it, Molly?” “I’ve been thinking about it, and it seems to me we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Cinder.” “Oh . . .,” Marron said. “That’s lovely.” Aria looked up, her violet scent filling him with steadiness. “What do you think?” Perry looked down to the waves, and then farther out to the dark horizon, where he saw only stars. “I think it’s a great name.

She absorbed the terror and beauty of him and his world. Of every moment over the past days. All of it, filling her up like the first breath she'd ever taken. And never had she loved life more.

She could have lived every minute she'd had with him better. She should have always spoken the best words she could to him.

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.

She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too

She felt as though she’d found a moment of forever. Like this was how they should’ve always been

She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She'd seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock.

She knew she could answer it. She knew how to put one foot in front of the other even when every step hurt. And she knew there was pain in the journey, but there was also great beauty. She’d seen it standing on rooftops and in green eyes and in the smallest, ugliest rock. She would find the answer.

Soren huffed. “I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms.” “She was looking at you because you’re built like a bull.” Soren’s laugh was nervous, clipped. “Is that good?” “It’d be great if she were a cow.

So that we're clear," Perry said, "I don't care if it means everyone on this earth loses any chance of surviving. If you mention her to me again, I will take your head off and watch your blood pool at my feet.

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life

-Un mundo de nuncas bajo un cielo eterno.

We lose and lose, but we're still here. Shaking in place, afraid of doing something. I'm tired of settling for this because I don't know if something better exists. It has to. What point is there otherwise? I can do something about it. And I will.

We lose and lose, but we're still here. Shaking in place, afraid of doing something. I'm tires of settling for this because I don't know if something better exists. It has to. What point is there otherwise? I can do something about it. And I will.

When you've been hurt by someone you love like he has, why would you ever seek love out? Why would you risk being hurt again?

You can’t be miserable when you’re running. It’s such a simple and pure way to feel alive.