Top 74 Lucy Christopher Quotes
#1. I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
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#2. It's hard to hate someone once you understand them. It felt so mixed up.
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#4. A sign that a person could do something different ... that they could be hooked by a drug more wild than alcohol.
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#5. This be OK?' I asked, innocently.
'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes.
Actually, don't answer that one.
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#7. Ty?" I said, trying out your name, liking the way it sounded. "So what's it like anyway? Australia?"
You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
"You'll find out," you said.
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#8. It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.
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#9. You'd picked me up, so gently, as if I were a leaf you didn't want to crush. You'd carried me somewhere. And I'd curled into your arms, tiny as a stone.
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#10. I'd seen you before ... somewhere ... . But who were you? My eyes kept flitting back to your face.
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#11. The dark eyes are for the villains ... the Grim Reaper,the Joker, zombies. All dark.
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#12. When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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#13. I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
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#14. Right then, and at every moment since you'd left me, all I could think about was you. I wanted you in that apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn't - shouldn't - have it. That's what I hated most. The uncertainty of you.
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#15. In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
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#16. I stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.
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#18. The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.
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#20. You know, maybe if we'd met as ordinary people, one day, maybe ... maybe things might have been different. Maybe I could have loved you.
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#21. Those blue, blue eyes, icy
blue, looking back at me as if I could
warm them up. They're
pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
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#22. I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer ...
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#23. You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
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#24. The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?
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#25. But what else can I do, other than to plead with you like this? Other than to write down my story, our story, to show you that what you've done ... to make you realize that what you did wasn't fair, wasn't right.
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#26. Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can't get you out of there either. You're stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.
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#28. I didn't want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I'd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn't look beautiful this time. Just evil.
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#29. Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
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#30. Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.
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#31. Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land."
"Like me, then," I said.
"Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.
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#32. It was so big, that view. I'll never remember it properly. How can anyone remember something that big? I don't think people's brains are designed for memories like that. They're designed for things like phone numbers, or the color of someone's hair. Not hugeness.
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#33. Anyway, it's easy to be what people want: give them something to stare at, nod and smile, tell them they're gorgeous.
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#34. There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die.
- Ty from Stolen
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#35. I remember that feeling of skin. It's
strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers
still tingle with it.
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#36. I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.
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#37. Where are you going?" I asked.
"The middle of nowhere."
"I thought this was it."
"Nah." You shook your head. "This is just the edge.
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#38. I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.
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#39. There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
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#40. It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.
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#41. Listen," you said.
"To what? There's nothing."
"There is. Maybe not shopping centers and cars, but other things ... buzzing insects, racing ants, a slight wind making the tree creak, there's a honeyeater up there, scuttling around, and the camels are coming.
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#42. I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.
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#43. How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.
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#46. Don't do that again," you said.
I blinked.
"You'll hurt yourself."
"Does it matter?" My voice was only a whisper.
"Of course.
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#48. One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll return to the Separates, and you'll feel the rain once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, toward this sunlight. I know you will.
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#49. If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too ... the only one who could.
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#51. I wish I had amnesia so I could forget what you look like.
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#52. I didn't look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.
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#54. I guess whoever built and buried that IED out there in the desert will never know how far that blast traveled. But all things ripple out, cause shrapnel.
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#55. I'd never seen a man cry before, only on TV. I'd never even seen Dad close to crying. Those tears looked so odd on you. It was like the strength of you just seemed to sap away. The surprise of it stopped me from being so scared.
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#56. Ninja chicken isn't he?" You grinned at me, rolling your sleeves up."We'll see about that."
You reached into the cage. Instantly Dick was onto your hand, clawing at you, biting chunks with his beak.
"Godamn rooster!
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#57. You're right, he's a killer," you said. "A rooster with some serious issues.
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#58. It was like I'd stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.
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#59. There were tiny rainbows in that glass. I turned it so a rainbow danced across my hand.
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#60. You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.
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#61. It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.
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#62. I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again.
"No."
"I want to."
"Well, you go then."
You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it
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#63. People love what they're used to, I guess."
"No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.
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#64. The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing ... like it had a kind of aura.
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#65. Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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#67. But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.
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#68. They've already gone to the gate; they're waiting for me there." I felt nervous then so I added, "I said I wouldn't be long - just getting a coffee.
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#69. Because it's magic, this place ... beautiful. And you're beautiful ... beautifully separate. It all fits.
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#70. You moved too much like a hunter, padding silently next to the row of plastic plants as you made your line toward me.
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#71. You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone ... waiting for something I could never give you.
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#73. I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll.
"Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.
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#74. Everyone will look. Even if they think it's impolite, still they will look.
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