There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight.… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them.… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them… — 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
Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click.… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes… — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
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
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“When people stop writing down their stories, the soul the world is lost.” — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
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 Image
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought. — Ann Aguirre Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
