Best 35 quotes of Amy Plum on MyQuotes

Besides the alternate universe offered by a book, the quiet space of a museum was my favorite place to go. My mom said I was an escapist at heart . . . that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one. It’s true that I’ve always been able to yank myself out of this world and plunge myself into another.

Doubt everything [...]. Doubt everything at least once. What you decide to keep, you'll be able to be confident of. And what you decide to ditch, you will replace with what your instincts tell you is true.

Feelings change with time - or at least pain lessens with time; I know that from experience.

He leaned forward and opened his door, politely standing aside to let me by before following me in. There are some advantages to dating a guy from another era, I thought. Though I am a big believer in gender equality, chivalry scores high in my book.

I had feared that love would make me vulnerable. Instead I felt empowered.

I've always felt that any establishment that doesn't welcome me with open arms doesn't deserve my patronage.

Life is easier in black and white. It's the ambiguity of a world defined in grays that has stripped me of my confidence and left me powerless.

My mom said I was an escapist at heart.... that I preferred imaginary worlds to the real one

Um, yeah. I guess lying around reading books all day doesn't do much for physical endurance.

We're all lost souls here. It's a good thing we've got each other.

Would you risk your life for love?

A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting with dead guys.

All this yummy muscleness first thing in the morning is almost too much for me to take,” she cooed, and gave him a playful wink as she scooted herself into the front seat. I shook my head. If “Flirt” qualified as a foreign language, my sister and Ambrose would both have PhDs in it.

And I've got THIS," I pulled out the signum and held it up for him to see, "that says I'm kindred. And I've got THIS," I pointed at my head, "that says I'm as smart as you. And I have THIS," I held up my middle finger, "that says go to hell, you immortal bigot." And with that I spun around and stomped out the door, filing the expression on Arthur's face in a mental folder labeled "Kate's Proudest Moments".

Arthur is very obviously checking Louis out. “What?” Louis asks finally. “So you’re Violette’s new consort,” the older revenant says, amused. “You’re with her for six months and you want to run away? Try five hundred years.” Louis’s jaw drops.

Bearing my mother's face was a daily reminder that I could be as strong as she had been. And fighting for what I wanted most in life was the best way to keep her alive in my heart.

Before I saw you, I hadn’t cared for anyone for . . . well, for the good part of a century, and it felt like my heart had been permanently disconnected. I wasn’t even looking anymore. And without expecting anything . . . without any hope at all, suddenly you were here.

Gaspard eyed me cautiously. “I really can’t say,” he responded in his formal nineteenth-century style. Can’t, or won’t? I thought.

He nodded. “That would work. It’s a date. So . . . I’m meeting the grandparents? What should I wear?” he teased me. “As long as you’re not wearing a body bag, I should think you’ll do just fine,” I laughed, turning back to his collection of portraits.

How about I take you to my studio? Much less dangerous. Plus, I need a model and you could sit for me." "You want me to sit for a portrait?" I asked stunned. "Actually, at the moment I'm concentrating on full-length nudes, in the spirit of Modigliani," Jules said. He was making an effort to keep a straight face. "Just kidding, Kates. You're a lady." Jules was trying the guilt-trip method of attack. And it was working. "Ok I'll pose for you," I conceded. "But under no circumstances will any article of clothing leave my body whilst I am in your studio." "And if you're elsewhere?" he asked, breaking into a sly smile. I rolled my eyes.

How’s your dance card look?” “Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.

If I should die...," I began to say. Vincent cuts me off. "Stop, Kate!" And then he sighs and his shoulders hunch slightly. He knows it’s dishonest to pretend we’re all going to make it out alive. He shuts his eyes and, when he opens them, he looks resolute. “Whatever happens, remember that I will love you forever,” he says. “Even if my spirit is dispersed and my consciousness released to the universe . . . whatever is left of me will never stop loving you.

I’m being given my heart’s desire, and I just don’t know what to do with it. I’m almost afraid tobelieve it’s true, in case someone shakes me and tells me I’m dreaming.”“It’s not a dream. I’m here with you,” I say. “For what looks like a really long time.

I'm not always the best at expressing myself to you, so I'm taking advantage of the fact that I will be completely unresponsive when you read this, and therefore incapable of messing things up

I spent the rest of the day in someone else's story. The rare moments that I put the book down, my own pain returned in burning stabs.

I understand it, but I don't like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.

I want to be someone she respects. Admires. But in order for that to happen, I'm going to have to change. To become stronger. As strong as her.

My pulse sped up as I opened our front door and stood in the hallway waiting for him. He was up the three flights of stairs in no time, carrying a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag in the other. “These are for your Mamie,” he said, leaning over to give me a quick, soft kiss on the lips. The pounding of my heart went into overdrive. Vincent lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “Are you going to ask me in, or were you testing to see if I could cross your threshold without the invitation?” Then he whispered , “I’m a revenant , not a vampire, chérie.

Natural talent!" crowed Vincent, sweeping my sweaty self up into his arms and pacing across the room, holding me like a trophy. "Of course my girlfriend's got it. In truckloads! How else could she have slain a giant evil zombie, single-handedly saving my undead body?

The day I stop seeing you as one of the strongest people I know is the day I wake up human.

The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I'm always surrounded by others, so I won't have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.

Vorrei potermi trasformare in un uomo comune ed esserci sempre per te. Ma non posso. Ti giuro, però, che farò tutto ciò che è in mio potere per farmi perdonare. Ti darò più di quanto potrebbe darti un fidanzato normale. Non so ancora come, ma non vedo l’ora di scoprirlo. Insieme a te. Grazie per essere qui, mia bellezza. Mon ange. Mia Kate. Completamente tuo, Vincent

Well, spit on my empty grave--if it ain't the attack of the Disney princesses!

We stood in the graveyard, among the tombstones, forty-some dead people and me. A couple of my fellow funeral-goers had even been in their own coffins, deep under several feet of French soil.

When working with an unknown situation, you have to identify known factors and work within their boundaries.