Best 32 quotes in «shatter me quotes» category

You’re my bird,” I tell him. “You’re my bird and you’re going to help me fly away.

You're naked?" Kenji is suddenly studying my sheet and not bothering to be subtle about it. I flush despite my best efforts, flustered, frustrated. "Blondie said they destroyed my clothes." "Blondie?" Blond man is offended.

El sol y la luna se han fusionado y la tierra está del revés. Siento que puedo ser exactamente quien quiero en sus brazos.

Because there's something about him - there's always been something about him that's intrigued me and I don't understand it. I wish I could ignore it but I can't. Because I look at him and wonder if maybe it's just me? Maybe I'm naive? But I see layers, shades of gold and green and a person who's never been given a chance to be human and I wonder if I'm just as cruel as my own oppressors if I decide that society is right, that some people are too far gone, that sometimes you can't turn back, that there are people in this world who don't deserve a second chance and I can't I can't I can't I can't help but disagree.

I'm nineteen years old," he clarifies. "I'm a fairly impressive specimen for my age, I know.

Go to Hell." He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.

Friendship is not a thing I have ever experienced. Not as a child, and not as I am now. Except. One month ago, I met the exception to this rule. There has been one person who’s ever looked me directly in the eye. The same person who’s spoken to me with no filter; someone who’s been unafraid to show anger and real, raw feeling in my presence; the only one who’s ever dared to challenge me, to raise her voice to me—

I don’t understand—why won’t you talk to me? You sit in the corner all day and write in your book and look at everything but my face. You have so much to say to a piece of paper but I’m standing right here and you don’t even acknowledge me. Juliette, please—

If it were nothing but sexual attraction I’m sure I would not suffer such unbearable humiliation. But I wanted so much more than her body.

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

infinite points of feeling for every nerve ending in my body

In the steady thrum that accompanies quiet, my mind is unkind to me. I think too much. I feel, perhaps, far more than I should. It would be only a slight exaggeration to say that my goal in life is to outrun my mind, my memories.

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out." He tries to bite my finger. I steal it back.

I stand perfectly still. Every inch of my skin is taut with tension, fraught with feeling and the pressure is building in my chest, pounding louder and faster and harder, overcompensating for my stillness. I do not tremble when I’m frozen in time. I train my breaths to come slower, I count things that do not exist, I make up numbers I do not have, I pretend time is a broken hourglass bleeding seconds through sand. I dare to believe. I dare to hope....

Love will set her free.

I want to convince you to design a smile just for me.

I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you.

He raises his eyebrows. "At least I'm honest about being a liar.

My throat is a reptile, covered in scales.

My voice softens. 'How old are you?' 'I'll be eleven next year.' I grin. 'So you're ten years old?' He crosses his arms. Frowns. 'I'll be twelve in two years.' I think I already love this kid.

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.

Revenge I think Has never looked so sweet

Tendría que estar ciego para perderme algo así. Quiero decir, demonios, sólo la manera en que te mira. Es como que el chico nunca haya visto a una mujer en su vida. Como poner comida en frente de un hombre muerto de hambre y decirle que no puede comerlo.

Their hands are wrapped in gloves wrapped around guns that could put a bullet through a million possibilities

We’re all too young to have to deal with this shit.” Kenji is breathing hard. “Don’t fool yourself, bro. No one should have to see what we’ve seen. No one should have to wake up in the morning and find dead bodies in their living room, but shit happens. We deal with it, and we find a way to survive. You’re not the only one with problems.

The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

We're going to find time for happiness. Because how can we stand against tyranny if we ourselves are filled with hate?

Years of practice have taught me to bury my emotions as a reflex - especially in his presence - and it takes a few seconds for the feelings to emerge. They form slowly, infinite hands reaching up from infinite graves to fan the ancient rage I've never really allowed myself to touch.

So this— This is agony. This is what they talk about when they talk about heartbreak. I thought I knew what it was like before. I thought I knew, with perfect clarity, what it felt like to have my heart broken, but now—now I finally understand.

We're drenched in water and beauty and the exhilaration of a moment I never knew was possible.

When are you putting me down?" he counters, no longer amused. "I mean, I've got an excellent view of your ass from here, but if you don't mind me staring -" I drop him without thinking. "Goddammit, Juliette - what the hell -" "How's the view from down there?" I stand over his splayed body, arms crossed over my chest. "I hate you.