I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“You’re clumsy. But it can’t be helped. You are who you are. It feels like the answer to a question I feared… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold,… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Finally, I understood what else was going on. I might be slow, but given time, I put the pieces together. "You have… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
No matter how interminable something feels, there is always, always an ending. Sometimes that's good, and sometimes it's bad; sometimes it's a… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Mother Mary of Anabolic Grace, we got Teras incoming?” He levels angry blue eyes on me. “You’re a hex, lady, dark luck,… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
“Vel once told me that the heart isn't like a cup of water. You can't drain it. It's more like an endless well, and… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
“My heart hurt when I remembered him, but the alternative was forgetting, and that was the final kind of death—when nobody told your story… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
“These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
“It hurts, but then, what doesn't? Pain proves that we're alive, gives us the ability to appreciate pleasure - everything in balance, everything in… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share
