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Read through the most famous quotes by topic #anderson
How do you always know just what to say?" I ask. His laugh rumbles through me. "Practice, I guess." I pull back and give him a quizzical look. "I spent three years imagining what I would say to you if you were mine," he says, tugging me close. "I should hope I know what to say now that I've got you. ↗
#fins-are-forever #lily #lily-sanderson #mer-people #mermaids
Pleased to meet you," Tellin says, shaking me out of my reverie. "Lily told me much about you last weekend." "Funny." Quince throws me a questioning glance. "She didn't mention you at all. ↗
#fins-are-forever #lily #lily-sanderson #mer-people #mermaid
I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking me to our new homestead. I leaned down and patted Trouble’s neck. “Good boy,” I said. “Trusty steed. ↗
#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #horseback-riding #horses #laura-anderson-kurk
Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in. ↗
#dating-relationships #henry-whitmire #laura-anderson-kurk #love #meg-kavanagh
Uncommon anxiety came to us in common hours when other people were doing mundane things like taking out the trash or checking their phones. But there was nothing to be done for this. We couldn’t change who we were or what had happened. ↗
We bumped into other silent lines of kids going in the same direction. We looked like we were much younger and our lines were headed to the cafeteria or recess or the carpool line. Or it could’ve been a fire drill. Except for the stone-faced police officers weaving between us with rifles. ↗
#grief #gun-violence #laura-anderson-kurk #love #school-shooting
There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die. ↗
#kevin-j-anderson #saga-of-seven-suns #science-fiction #science
My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change. ↗
