Beth Revis Quotes
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We wanted to protect some planets that the Empire wanted to destroy. Not outright, not even the Empire’s that evil.
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For the past three months, the walls of Goodspeed forced us close together. Now I´m wondering if they were the only things that kept Amy near me.
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I could tell them about the different kinds of rain, pouring rain that's perfect for when you want to stay inside and watch a movie or read, or piercing rain that feels like needles on your skin, or soft summer rain that makes your first kiss with your first love all the sweeter.
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A good book will give you answers to questions you didn't know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew.
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I love to write the weird and creepy stuff!
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I'm running as if the force of the wind whipping around my body will be enough to keep all the pieces of me from crumbling.
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This journey... it's long. He says this as if he's felt all 250 years of travel.
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You never know all of a person; you only know them in a specific moment of time.
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Amy looks up at me, her eyes melting jade.
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Old people die. It's what they do.
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FAILURE IS INEVITABLE. I will fail. We all will. And having failed, and gotten back up, and failed again, taught me that I can survive failure. This is a downfall in most modern stories: the hero always wins. Because while this story is inspiring, it’s also false. In reality, not everyone wins. It’s 100% true that no one wills all the time, and we expect that—every hero must fall at least once. But it’s also 100% true that some people never win at all, and that’s the thing we try so hard to ignore behind the pretty stories. I could spend the rest of my life trying to be a prima ballerina, and it would not happen. I would fail at that for the rest of my life. FAILURE TEACHES US WHO WE ARE. Because even though I know I would fail forever at being a prima ballerina, I also know that I am not someone who should be a prima ballerina. It’s not who I am, it’s not what I want. Of course I would fail at it.
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You could drop me anywhere in the universe, blindfolded, and I'd know this was his room just from the smell.
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And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.
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All of them?” I ask. I could almost understand her need to awaken her parents, but we don’t need to add nearly a hundred frozen people to the cacophony of voices around us.
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We all die someday. Maybe the only thing that makes that fact bearable is the idea that death is the only way we can return to the stars.
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The silence in our house now is born from the need for intense concentration, as we all carefully step around the truth we wish we didn't know, the person we can't help that Bo became, the future we're all afraid is collapsing around us, falling as silent and cold and crushing as snow.
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I quit thinking.
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Our masterpieces are Shakespeare and Jane Austen and griots and Murasaki Shikibu, but they’re also J.K. Rowling and Chuck Palahnuik and Douglas Adams and Amy Tan and Suzanne Collins and Chinua Achebe. Read. Read them all. Read the books you love, and try to read books you don’t. Read the genres you love, but sometimes also read a book outside your comfort zone. Read voraciously.
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I learned that life is so, so fragile. I learned that you can know someone for just days and never forget the impression he left on you. I learned that art can be beautiful and sad at the same time. I learned that if someone loves you, he'll wait for you to love him back. I learned that how much you want something doesn't determine whether you get it or not, that "no" might not be enough, that life isn't fair, that my parents can't save me, that maybe no one can.
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If it's a matter of dying here or dying there, I think I'd like to at least see the world first.
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Like walking through water. Like drowning.
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How ironic it would be, to die at his hands while trying to save him, when he first came to me because he was trying to save me.
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I run and run and run. Past the hospital, through the garden, past a pond. And to the cold metal wall. I stop, gulping at the air, my heart racing in my ears. I reach up with one hand and touch the wall. My fingers curl into a fist, but it falls weakly to my side. And that's when I realize there is no where to run. 'But', my heart whispers, 'there is Elder.
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If we don't have that, what do we have to live for? Does it matter if it's a lie if it keeps us alive?