Top 100 Cynthia Hand Quotes
#1. Dedication
For everyone who knows there was enough room for Leonardo DiCaprio on that door.
And for England. We're really sorry for what we're about to do to your history.
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#2. Who is this?" he asks. "I've seen him hanging around you like some lovesick puppy. Is he one of the Nephilim?
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#4. My hair is my best feature, long and wavy, bright gold with a hint of red, trailing behind me wherever I go like an afterthought.
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#5. Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."
Clara: "What?"
Tucker: "You.
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#6. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Oh. Sorry, G. Not you, of course.
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#7. This man, this impostor of a man, can kill my body but he can't touch my soul.
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#8. He's giving it all back. I hate how much this hurts me, how much I'm clearly still hanging on to what we had.
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#9. He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me.
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#10. I've seen the future all my life,' she says. 'It tends to work as a paradox, in my experience. You find out something is going to happen, and then you do it because you know that's what happens. It's a chicken-or-the-egg scenario.
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#12. Dearest Jane, Sorry I made you marry a horse. Your father-in-law is trying to kill me. Send help. But
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#13. But maybe if he got close to me I could feel something. Maybe I could cry and the ache would go away.
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#14. She shrugs."Men"
"Men."
"If we can send one man to the moon, why can't we send them all there?
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#15. I just need to be mad for a little while, okay? I know it might not be the most mature thing, but there it is.
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#16. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books? Edward
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#17. Edward couldn't imagine his cousin Jane with a husband and a child, even though she was sixteen years old and sixteen was a bit spinsterish, by the standards of the day.
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#18. a broken heart often led to a broken body.
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#19. Edward: "Take that, you beef-witted varlet!"
Gracie: "Who are you calling beef-witted?" she laughed at him. "Your mother was a hamster, and your father stank of elderberries!
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#20. This was dumb and admittedly creepy in an Edward Cullen kind of way, but it was the only thing I could think to do.
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#21. Don't do that," he says. "Don't regret us. I don't. I won't, ever.
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#23. Tucker," I say. "I'm so glad you're still here."
I throw myself into his arms. He hugs me tightly.
"I couldn't leave," he says.
"I know."
"I mean, literally. I don't have a ride.
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#24. Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules?
Clara: Because I love you.
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#25. I don't know if
you know this about me, but I am a soldier.
Or the leader of God's army, but okay, let's be modest.
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#26. We can take this "we belong together" thing slow
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#27. I didn't ever think you were a freak. I think ... I thought you were magic or something. I thought that you were too perfect to be real.
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#28. What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott? he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?
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#29. Everything changes, I think. That's the only constant. We all grow up.
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#30. I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in case, I dont know, his comic book collection decided to spontaneously combust. This was dumb and admittedly creepy in an Edward Cullen kind of way
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#31. He's like our own personal Gandalf or Dumbledore or somebody cool like that ...
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#32. So he was her husband, Edward might eat her, and no one's hair could rival his.
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#33. Nice tree, he says.
That boy has unexpected depth.
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#34. So spring break consisted of seven fun-filled days cooped up in the
house with Jeffrey, who was grounded because he'd won the Regional Wrestling
Championships
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#35. I moved here from California about a year ago, because I heard such great things about the fudge.
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#36. Brave isn't something you are. It's something you do.
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#37. I don't love or hate humans. I respect them. They shape themselves, in a way that we angels do not. They tell lies and sleep around and curse, and they try to define themselves so valiantly. Who am I? they keep asking. Why am I here?
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#38. Nothing can remind you of your own fragile place in the universe so powerfully as someone your own age dying suddenly, here one minute, gone the next.
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#39. Behold, Tucker Avery, she says to me, gesturing up at him.
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#40. So I'm in love. That crazy, forget to eat, float around in a daze, talk on the phone all night and bounce out of bed every morning hoping to see him kind of love.
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#41. ... sitting on the sidewalk outside of his workplace like some creepy stalker ex-girlfriend, waiting for him to come out so I can ambush him with love.
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#42. But Tucker is my choice. I love him. That isn't going to go away.
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#43. You should try to be nicer to the other horses. You're herd animals. Who will you run with if he goes back to tell the others of your two-faced personality? Who will you compare apple notes with? Soon you won't have any friends but me.
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#44. It's all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery.
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#45. My mind wanders back to the dream, to Christian, the way he's always looking out for me, catching me, keeping me on my feet. He's becoming my guardian, maybe. Someone who is there to keep me on my path.
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#47. Everything changes, I think. That is the only constant. We all grow up.
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#48. He grins. Unbelievable how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him and how rare and beautiful is that?
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#49. There I go, Clara the parrot. I belong on a pirate's shoulder.
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#50. Mom: 'You could have neon green hair, and it wouldn't take away how beautiful you are,' she said
Clara: 'You're my mother. You are legally required to say that'.
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#51. Yes, Gracie was a fox. No, really. She was. Literally. (We know. It's too good.) The
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#52. This isn't going to become one of those creepy situations where you show up at all hours of the night to watch me sleep, is it?" [Tucker] asks playfully.
"Every moment I'm away from you, I die a little," I say in return.
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#53. Love is a many-splendored thing," she says. "But it is also a pain in the ass.
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#54. I lie down on my bed, my back to the window, and the tears finally arrive, running down my face, into my ears, onto my pillow. I lie there for a long time, for hours maybe, and right as I'm about to finally drift to sleep I think I hear the flutter of Christian's wings as he flies away.
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#55. Christian is staring at us. He's an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.
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#56. I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.
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#57. I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.
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#58. The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.
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#59. Her mouth lifted from his, a few inches. "What makes you think ... " Iona asked him quietly, "that I would let you die by any hand other than my own?
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#60. I try to smile, but my heart's breaking all over again. Because I know that I can't stay here.
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#61. When I was a kid my mom used to tell me that if i have sex before i was married, my ... junk would turn black and fall off.
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#62. But the truth is, if you'd followed your vision, if you'd just trusted the plan, everything would have worked out fine.
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#63. I'm not worth it. But I want you to know, in case I ever do give you this letter and you read it first before you burn it or something, that for just a little while, you made me feel like I was really alive. Like I was special.
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#64. It's stupid not to communicate what you know to the adults. They're only trying to protect us. And as far as the no-secrets zone, I can't agree to that. I don't even really know you guys, so why would I tell you my secrets? No way.
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#65. If it is a gift, I do not deserve it. If it is a curse, I do not deserve it.
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#66. When you came after me at the tavern, you nearly died." He looked wrecked at the memory. "You nearly died, and then who would I have argued with?"
"You'd have found someone."
"No." He stepped toward her. "I only want to argue with you.
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#67. Just because we're girls doesn't mean you have to coddle us.
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#68. So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.
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#69. So who's lucky number three?
No answer.
I turn around to look at him again.
No.
He grins.
Now I get it, I tell him. You're stalking me.
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#71. Look closer. The river's its own world of fast and slow, deep and shallow, bright and shadowed. If you look at it like that, like a landscape where the fish live, it'll be easier to catch one.
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#72. That's what I feel. I'd die to protect you.
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#73. But my anger was a slippery thing, like a fish I was trying to keep hold of, and it wiggled out of my grasp.
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#75. I wanted to kiss you," he murmurs. "Me. Not because of some vision I saw. Because of you. Because of what I feel.
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#76. As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways."
"My angelic side. Great. Like I don't have enough to deal with."
"It's not so bad," Mom says. "You'll learn to control it."
"I'll learn to control my hair?
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#77. Ah, hello." He gathered his courage. This was just like reading poetry, but subtract poems and add people casually placing hunting knives and daggers on their tables. One of the women was filing her fingernails into sharp points, like claws. Just like reading poetry.
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#78. I wonder if the prayers of angel-bloods count more than regular people's.
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#79. He seems relieved to hear me say that. I guess idiots love company.
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#80. I won't be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.
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#81. And," Kay adds as her final touch, "Christian Prescott is my boyfriend."
I dislike her already.
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#82. Because if it's not her fault, it's God's, and I'm not ready to be pissed at the Almighty.
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#83. IF SCIENCE TEACHES ANYTHING, IT TEACHES US TO ACCEPT OUR FAILURES, AS WELL AS OUR SUCCESSES, WITH QUIET DIGNITY AND GRACE.
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#84. It's like watching a train wreck, this conversation.
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#85. This moment was written in the stars, and it is everything he thought it would be.
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#86. Armies aren't very good about carrying libraries with them. I can't imagine why. We'd fight so much less if everyone would juste sit down and read
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#87. Cynthia came in quietly and set a cup of tea before him. He kissed her hand, inexpressibly grateful, and she went back into the kitchen. When we view the little things with thanksgiving, even they become big things.
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#88. I don't know what to say. This summer hasn't turned out at all the way I'd planned. I'm not supposed to be standing in the middle of a barn with a blue-eyed cowboy who's looking at me like he's about to kiss me. I shouldn't be wanting him to kiss me.
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#89. You have made my life into something so extraordinary, you can't even know.
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#90. I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.
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#92. She watched you wrestle Toby Jameson, who probably weighs two hundred pounds, without even working up a sweat. And she said to herself, wow, that's a good wrestler, he must be an angel.
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#93. But right now, at the wedding supper, a bigger problem was emerging. Every time G thought about how to break the news to her, he gulped down a cup of ale. And he thought about it a lot. Every time he looked at his new bride. And he looked at her a lot.
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#94. She'd been presented to him as the intended of Francis, the dauphin (which Edward kept thinking sounded like the word dolphin, which seemed an odd term for a prince).
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#95. The whole place seemed like the look-don't-touch kind of home. Perfectly manicured. Never enjoyed.
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#96. She has a nice reading voice, I'll give her that, even though I suspect that underneath her polished exterior beats a heart of pure evil.
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#97. Girl, you have a knack for drawing trouble, Billy says, clapping an affectionate hand on my shoulder.
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#98. Everybody dies, and everybody loses people they love-everybody-and that is not an excuse for you to fucking die. I love you, and I need you to be my mother, and I need you to have a life. So get over yourself.
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#99. I meant it, what I said in hell. You're my glory sword, you know that? My truth.
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#100. Where are you?" I wheeze into the floor. "Where did you go?
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