“Those we love don't go away; they walk beside us every day," a deep voice says, startling me. It's the man with the scarf, but I can't tell if he's speaking to me or to the grave. His voice is… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Security is mostly a superstition," Kaden quotes. "It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Yes. That's passion, not love. Passion fades. And once it does, you're left taking care of someone you can barely stand, suffering through hard… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Love takes a piece of our soul, of our heart, and holds it hostage. I don't have any pieces left to give right now.” — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“We live in a world that hardens people," I remind him. "We are like callused feet. If we walked through life with smooth skin,… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Saudade—originating in Portuguese and Galician—takes hiraeth another step, though. It is often defined as "the love that remains" after someone or someplace is gone—or… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“There's a sick pleasure in watching something beautiful burn. That's the illness in human nature, that we revel in destruction. Jax” — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“This man has the depth of a teaspoon," I say. Kaden winks at me. "That's probably an insult to teaspoons.” — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Occasionally Bix makes a joke, then laughs at it so loudly and with such abandon that we can't help but join in. Even if… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Too often we judge people by our own standards and preconceptions and miss the truth of the thing entirely.” — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“I know it's hard. I'm so sorry." I can't. I can't reveal this part of myself, even to her. The risks are too great,… — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, the anticipation of pain is worse than the pain itself.” — Karpov Kinrade Copy Share Image
