Quotes

All THE BRIGHT PLACES
Jennifer Nieven 

"I smile so she can see what I mean. Everything where it should be, on the outside at least." (pg. 8)

"That depends on who you ask. See, I don't necessarily think it's late. I think it's early. Early in our lives. Early in the night. Early in the new year. If you are counting, you'll notice the earlys outnumber the lates." (pg. 54) 

"...but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And if not, maybe they can mean something to us." (pg. 41)

THE 5TH WAVE

   Rick Yancey

"He looked at me and smiled reassuring and said, -everything is going to be okay- because that's what I wanted him to say and it's what he wanted to say and that's what you do when the curtain is falling -- you give the line that the audience wants to hear."(pg. 36)

"When he came to tell me she was gone, he was calm. He didn't lose it. He held it while I lost it."(pg. 52)

"This is what the Others have done to us. You can’t band together to fight without trust. And without trust, there was no hope. How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity."

"Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.”

“What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.”

“But if I'm it, the last of my kind, the last page of human history, like hell I'm going to let the story end this way. I may be the last one, but I am the one still standing. I am the one turning to face the faceless hunter in the woods on an abandoned highway. I am the one not running but facing. Because if I am the last one, then I am humanity. And if this is humanity's last war, then I am the battlefield.”

“The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that promise, the war is over - not the big war, but the war that matters, the one in the battlefield of his heart.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.” 

“We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.” 

“I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. "A shark who dreamed he was a man.” 

“It’s hopeless. And it’s stupid. It’s suicidal. But love is a weapon they have no answer for. They know how you think, but they can’t know what you feel.”

WARM BODIES

   Isaac Marion

"The rusty cogs of cogency still spin, just geared down and down till the outer motion is barely visible. We grunt and groan, we shrug and nod, and sometimes a few words slip out. It’s not that different from before.”

"Sometimes it's a relief. I remember the need, the insatiable hunger that ruled my life and the life of everyone around me. Sometimes I'm glad to be free of it. There's a less trouble now. But our loss of this, the most basic of all human passions, might sum up our loss of everything else. It's made things quieter. Simpler. And it's one of the surest signs that we're dead"

"When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replaced them with a smothering blanket far worse." 

"-No- I say to the ceiling. - I don't want to die.
As I say it, I realize I've just broken my syllable record"

"I tried to talk him down. I tried really hard to keep him here, but over the last couple of years it got pretty clear to everyone. He was...just gone. I don't know if any sort of Christ and King Arthur returning to redeem the world could have brought him back. I sure wasn't enough"

"There on the hot white roof of humanity's last outpost, we look over our rapidly, hopelessly, irretrievably changing world, and we sing: Nothing's gonna change my world. Nothing's gonna change my world"

"I have begun to wonder where I came from. The person I am now, this fumbling, stumbling supplicant . . . was I built on the foundations of my old life, or did I rise from the grave a black slate? How much of me is inherited, and how much is my own creation? Questions that were once just idle musings have begun to feel strangely urgent. Am I firmly rooted to what came before? Or can I choose to deviate?"

"...and we'll see what happens when we say yes  while this rigor mortis world screams no" 

"There's no benchmark for how life's 'supposed' to happen, Perry. there is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up you how respond to it"

"You're...alive- I mumble into her hair -. You're....worth living for"

"I go over the plan in my head. It's not much of a plan, really. It's cartoonishly simple, but here's why it might work: it's never been tried before. There has never been enough will to make a way"

"You've...felt. Do you now...what it is?"