Top 38 Summer Chronicles Quotes
#1. I'm sorry, he says. No two words were ever truer.
Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished like a blade, carving away his sanity. She's the flaw in the paragon of life - the reason angels choose to dive to their downfalls in fiery comets of stardust.
Laura Kreitzer
#2. Safe word is Pickle
Gabe
#3. We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.
Deborah Harkness
#4. He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why she let Julian's soothing touch coax her into loving him too. Gage is everything. Gage is hers.
Laura Kreitzer
#5. President Ronald Reagan on his 1980 opponent: "I had a dream the other night. I dreamed that Jimmy Carter came to me and asked why I wanted his job. I told him I didn't want his job. I want to be President."
Bob Dole
#6. Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn't care, because if it did, it would've reversed.
Laura Kreitzer
#7. A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into the dark. Panic seizes him, and he takes off after her, regardless of the chaos brewing behind him. Her cry of surprise echoes all around them, drilling into his bones.
Laura Kreitzer
#8. Why won't you look at me?" she murmurs.
He doesn't speak, seemingly at a loss for words.
"It's my scars." It comes out as barely a whisper.
Horror spasms across his face. "What? No," he says, a bit breathless. "You're beautiful. All of you.
Laura Kreitzer
#9. We were in the NBA Finals. Two games away from winning it. I think we did pretty well.
David Blatt
#10. The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.
Laura Kreitzer
#11. That," she says, then clears her throat. "That's a bit terrifying."
His lips twitch. "Isn't that a side effect of love?
Laura Kreitzer
#12. Seconds ebb and wane. She's not afraid of her voice anymore, but she's not entirely sure she trusts it. She's seen the damage caused with a single word. Right now, each one is a weapon, a conduit of war, and she won't just throw them out there all willy-nilly.
Laura Kreitzer
#13. Why aren't you smiling?" Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video.
"Because this is the beginning, not the end.
Laura Kreitzer
#14. Little did the old man know how much God liked to talk to His children, how He longed to listen to them.
Debbie Macomber
#15. Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. "Dammit!" he says again with more feeling. "Why does stuff like this keep happening?"
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," Rob says, smirking.
Laura Kreitzer
#16. Falling in love may not be a conscious decision, but removing yourself from the situation before it happens is. So if I meet someone I think I might fall in love with . . . I'll just remove myself from their presence until I'm ready for it.
Colleen Hoover
#17. She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She'll never forgive the audacity of the storm's neglect.
Laura Kreitzer
#18. Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don't belong here.
Laura Kreitzer
#19. There are times when you just need to acknowledge the shit ... You just need to acknowledge it. Face the shit ... Accept the truth in it. Own it, wallow in it, become one with the shit.
Amy Harmon
#20. You didn't tell Summer about it, did you?"
"What?" Gage scoffs. "Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.
Laura Kreitzer
#21. Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that's what they called her. A time bomb.
Tick, tick, tick.
Laura Kreitzer
#22. Think of giving not as a privilege of having abundance in life, but as a purpose and gratitude of life.
Debasish Mridha
#23. Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There's no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.
Laura Kreitzer
#24. The Labour Party of today has fits of horrors of the very thought of somebody like me might saying that they bought in white Australia. But I believe they did.
Colleen McCullough
#25. What am I?" he asked. "I am Edmund Herondale, and, my lady, I am always and forever at your service. If you will have me." He smiled, and the smile was slow and devastating. In the dark narrow street long past midnight, his eyes were high summer.
Cassandra Clare
#27. 'Red Hook Summer' is another chapter in my chronicles of Brooklyn.
Spike Lee
#28. You should've told me," she repeats. "Because here's a news flash: You might've wanted to shelter me, but there's nowhere you can hide me that'll keep me safe from what's inside my head.
Laura Kreitzer
#29. Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?"
"I wasn't," he shouts. "I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it."
Ethan scoffs. "Yeah, you did."
"I'm an idiot."
"Yeah, you are."
"Shut up.
Laura Kreitzer
#30. She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.
He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.
Laura Kreitzer
#31. Civilians are arrested every single day - including innocent ones - and they must wait until their day in court in order to argue their side of the story. Police officers must be subjected to the same rules.
Al Sharpton
#32. A layer of fine powder coats his skin.
"My lungs are turning to concrete," Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.
"So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?" Avery coughs and pats Rob's back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.
Laura Kreitzer
#33. I can't - won't do that to him," Summer says sharply. "Or to myself. Besides, your feelings for me aren't real. The Society did this to you. And if they did it to you, they probably scrambled my brain too. I can't trust that any of this is real.
Laura Kreitzer
#34. He holds her with the strength of a million-man army, but with all the tenderness of her heart lying naked in the palms of his hands.
Laura Kreitzer
#35. Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she's a glass doll that might break at any minute. She hasn't been a child since the day she was whipped into muteness. Anxiety might strangle her sometimes, but she's not some baby needing to be coddled.
Laura Kreitzer
#36. Just in case you're wondering," Gage says, breaking the silence, "this alliance of ours doesn't mean I like you."
"Feeling's mutual." Julian tosses him a disdainful look.
Laura Kreitzer
#38. The visual life is an enormous undertaking, practically unattainable.
Dorothea Lange
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