Cynthia Hand Quotes (33 Quotes)

Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.

My hair is my best feature, long and wavy, bright gold with a hint of red, trailing behind me wherever I go like an afterthought.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Oh, come on. You eye-hump him all through British History.

He grins. Unbelievable how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him and how rare and beautiful is that?

See, that's what I like about you, Carrots You're not fussy.

I beat at him uselessly with my fists. I scream. My mind races. I'll pee on him. Puke, bite, scratch. Sure, I'll lose, but if he's going to mark me I am going to mark him, too, if such a thing is possible.

So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

I just need to be mad for a little while, okay? I know it might not be the most mature thing, but there it is.

That's ironic, because I always thought you were the ugliest out of all the angels.

I mean, what good is a women's lib if we can't use it to ask guys to dances?

The backcountry signs say stuff like BEYOND THIS POINT IS A HIGH RISK AREA, WHICH HAS MANY HAZARDS INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, AVALANCHES, CLIFFS, AND HIDDEN OBSTACLES, YOU MAY BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE COST OF YOUR RESCUE and I think, um, no thanks. I choose life.

I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.

The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

I think the birds in the area are dying laughing watching me try not to crash.

This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can't touch my soul.

I won't be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.

We've got lots of time to fall in love.

And sometimes time really does stop.

I wonder if the prayers of angel-bloods count more than regular people's.

You are going to love the sports here. Snow skiing and water-skiing and rock climbing and all kinds of extreme sports. I give you full permission to hurl yourself off stuff.

And then I can feel what he feels. He's waited such a long time for this moment. He loves how I feel in his arms. He loves the smell of my hair. He loves the way I looked at him just now, flushed and wanting more from him. He loves the color of my lips and now the taste of my mouth is making his knees feel weak and he doesn't want to seem weak in front of me.

I'm in love with Tucker Avery.

As if the daytime wasn't bad enough, I dream about him. Every night for three nights in a row. I can't get out of that moment when I was in his head, feeling what he felt, hearing his thoughts as he kissed me. I can feel him loving me. And it kills me, that moment when I feel his love shift into fear

I'm looking at you. Why are you always trying to hide how pretty you are?

Because if it's not her fault, it's God's, and I'm not ready to be pissed at the Almighty.

In fact, I've essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I'm going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound, a flightless bird, like an ostrich. Maybe, or in this weather, a penguin.

Clara: My heart doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to Tucker.

Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences.

Crap. No one's ever called me dorkina before. Derivative of dork. Not good.

Look closer. The river's its own world of fast and slow, deep and shallow, bright and shadowed. If you look at it like that, like a landscape where the fish live, it'll be easier to catch one.